I remember the summer of 2003 being a very violent one in Chicago. Listening out of the window hearing the sounds of gunshots and men literally running and screaming for their lives. This brought me into the reality of how easy it is to be killed. Murder is a sickening thing.
Murder is responsible for the void in so many countless people’s lives. That feeling of knowing that a loved one is supposed to be here continuing their lives, because there was so much life left to live before their time was cut short by the hands of someone else. You have parents out here forced to go through the unnatural process of burying their child, worlds torn apart because of the void that murder leaves behind.