It's been three years, two months, and twenty-three days since Terrell Mayes was killed by a stray bullet. Sixty thousand dollars in award money has been added to that time, but we are still waiting for enough information that leads us to his killer. About a week and a half ago, Terrell's mother posted in North Talk that nothing has been happening regarding this tragedy. I gave my word that I would write up a post. I'm late on publishing it, but there are personal reasons why this is a difficult post to write.
A little over a year ago--January 10th, 2014 to be exact--I received news that my ex-wife's youngest son passed away unexpectedly. While he wasn't my biological son, I loved him as if he were my own. I can't, or won't, go into great details about his passing, other than to say this: There are at least two people who bear some responsibility in his death. It is highly unlikely that those two will face justice for their actions.
So when I think of Terrell, it's personal to me on a level that it wasn't before. Everyone grieves differently, and every loss is different. So although I can't say I know exactly what his family is going through, I can say I know what it's like when...
