Age 17 , Ohio
August 19th 2009, my son’s life was taken by the hands of a gun. He was among people he thought were his friends. On the days leading up to his death we were arguing about some of the people he was hanging out with, as a result I had grounded him because of the trouble the boys had gotten into. The day he died he asked me to drop him off at a house around the corner from where we live. I told him he was not allowed to leave the house, but as soon as I left for the store he left anyways. That was the last time I saw him alive. My son was shot once in the chest at that very house I wouldn’t take him to. There were five people there, and they all ran when the gun went off, leaving my son by his self. The day he died, my heart was torn from my soul, and I’ll never be the same. As a parent, we want to protect our kids from harm and danger. One of the hardest things for me to overcome was that I wasn’t there. I couldn’t save him! He had to face death alone. Faith has taught me to accept the things I can’t change and what I’ll never understand. Charles loved football, he starting playing when he was 3 and played the sport up until the day he died. He also loved fishing, he used to try and get me to clean the fish he caught. He had a smile that shined like the sun, and charm that no one could resist. Charles had many friends from different walks of life. He judged no one, and accepted everyone. Charles had a relationship with God, and attended church where his dad is the pastor. The gun that he was shot with was illegally bought off the streets as many guns are in our society. Although he is gone, his memory will live on through the people he touched while he was alive. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him, but I know through faith in God it’s never goodbye, but I’ll see you again.