This topic is near and dear to my heart because I have experienced it first hand. My uncle was murdered on November 15th, 2016 outside of the convenience store that he owned. In the matter of a couple minutes I watched my life flip upside down. The initial moment felt like I was stuck in the twilight zone.
I remember the day just like it was yesterday. I had come from visiting a friend and the University of Maryland in D.C. and I remember stopping at chipotle to get something to eat. I walked into the house and was on facetime with my best friend Erica when I got the strangest call from my little sister and the connection was bad all I heard was “uncle shot aunt Michelle”. I initially thought my Uncle had shot my aunt. The first thing I did was call my aunt and she answered so that was a huge relief but I was not ready for what I was about to hear next.
My aunt was on the phone crying and looked like she was driving when I asked her what was going on and she was like “your uncle was shot he is at Johns Hopkins go”. My house was the closets to the hospital so I knew it was obligation to just get there in case they needed a family member or in case my uncle needed me. I was scared to be the only person there because I didn’t know what to expect.
When I got there I ran into my dad so I was relieved. We rushed in the ER giving the receptionist my uncles name and they looked at us like they did not know what we were asking. Then more family started showing up. My Aunt came in ran in leaving her car in the ER loop. She threw me her keys and I went to park the car. When I came back in a social worker had come out and was asking my aunt questions.
She later moved us to the surgical waiting area where it was more space for us to sit. They asked for 3 family member to go upstairs and my aunt, his daughter, and his sister went upstairs. While they were upstairs I went outside to call my little sister because she was panicking and I was telling her that everything was going to be ok and to just pray.
As I was saying those very words I saw my father walking out of the ER sliding doors shaking his head saying “dammit man what the fuck” and I hung up on my sister and went over to him and just looked at him and saying, “dad you aren’t going to tell me my uncle is gone, you aren’t going to tell me they took him from me”.
I heard someone screaming in the hospital and I just felt the life and air just leave my body and I collapsed. My father was right there to hold me up but my heart felt like it was leaving my body. I couldn’t breath. It felt like a twisted nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.
I just thought of every memory that I had with my uncle. Every joke that he would make about me always having a fresh weave, when I got my first job, my first heart break, and even when I wanted to start a Youtube he was the first person in my corner telling me I would be great and what type of things would get me more exposure.
I never thought I would lose one of my top supporters. The love that I have for him will forever live on, but my life was never the same after that day.