I never thought I’d have cause to say that I was happy my son was in jail. But today, I’m thanking God that he is.
Last night as we were waiting for the Mötley Crüe concert to start, we heard about a shooting not too far from our home. I never imagined that it would be anybody I knew, until this morning when I discovered that the fatality was TJ’s best friend, Frankie.
It’s so hard to be writing about the senseless murder of someone I knew and cared about, who’d only just turned 18. He wasn’t perfect, but I couldn’t have picked a better friend for my son. Frankie and his Mom took Tyler in, they gave him a talking to when he needed it, and helped him deal with things he had difficulty with due to his cognitive problems and his bipolar disorder.
I’m going to miss hearing him call me Mama and listening to his infectious laugh. I’m going to miss him.
