I can not believe it has been 3 years already. 3 years ago today I go the worst phone call of my life. My nephew was shot and killed. I was in Pennsylvania for my friends son birthday and we had just finished eating and we were having cake. My mom's friend called me and told me my nephew had been shot and he was at the hospital. I remember falling to the ground and I remember being confused. I got another call after that no, he was not at the hospital, that he was dead.
That call was the worst call of my entire life. He was shot at 12 years old. Killed. I can never see him again. I can never hug him or tell him how much I love and miss him. That weekend, he wanted to come over but I was going out of town. Guilt has eaten away at me for years now. I can't let it as I can not sit around and wonder. All I can do is remember him, mourn him, and love him.
Dax was an amazing child. He was rambunctious, obnoxious, and loud. He was full of energy, life and cared about everyone and everything. He had big dreams and wanted to see and do everything. Sadly, that will never happen. He is now in heaven. His father has since joined as he passed away last year.
Dax was amazing. I would give anything to have him back. He was my world. He may of only been my nephew but to me, he was like my son. I saw him multiple times a week, did anything he wanted and would give him anything he wanted or needed. Dax and his sister are my everything and will always be my everything. I am so lucky to have been blessed with an amazing nephew for 12 years. I am lucky to have been able to been his aunt.