Late last night, or early this morning, my wife and I received a phone call informing us that our son, Wil, was shot and killed while standing at a bus stop waiting for the bus to take him home. Senseless. No rhyme. No reason. Another individual walks up and shoots our son.
Police think it was a case of mistaken identity. The shooter fled on foot. Police eventually found the shooter's car. They are still investigating.
Numb. Not really comprehending it. Certainly can't find any meaning in it. None.
It's a call no parent should ever receive. Ever.
Wil was 28 years old. Married less than two years. This last week, he just received good news on a new full time job. Now gone. Gone.
I will close at this point with the caution that you cannot, must not take life for granted. Not ever. Hug those who are near and dear. Never let a day or minute go by without telling those close to you that you love them, that they mean something to you.
Hug and love your kids, your wife or husband.
Above all, Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!
Joe, Kim, Hannah and Emily. And Wil and his young wife, Maria.