Murder, my mother was murdered by her only son my half brother. This he plotted out I feel some seven years ago, on Christmas Eve. It was in cold blood. My mother died in my arms, in her apartment, at least five minutes before the ambulance arrived. Yeah, I cope, seven years later, and i still feel angry. Seven years later and I still remember that night as if it were yesterday.

I cope, I live day to day , and try my best to shove that night into the back of my thoughts. I felt in the beginning that if my half brother had shot me, maybe i would have survived it. Then I paid for the autopsy report,a nd found my mother had been shot five times,one near her heart ,with hallow point bullets. She didn't have a chance. The news media made it worse, they were in the front of where she lived, asking us questions , a few hours later, and I was still trying my best to come to terms with...Momma is dead?

I wailed like a banshee, I walked for her into the other life. I still cry at any given moment when I hear her voice in my head at times. I cry like a baby when her birthday comes around, every October, I cry each and every Christmas. I cry some days, just because like for almost seven years I miss my mother. I hate my half brother.

I deal with it, because I know I can not allow myself to curl into a ball and forget about life. I know I must continue on, I have a family children of my own. So yeah I cope, it is not easy ,but I keep it pushing.

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