This is heavy on my mind right now, and I wanted to share it here,. Tomorrow Marks 3 years since my grandmother's wake, and the night that a close friend of mine, and her daughter, were murdered.
My grandmother was 74 years old. She had Alzheimers, and had been sick for a while.
My friend was 25, and her daughter was 2. They had just gotten home and were about to get out of their car when they were shot by my friend's daughter's biological father (he had also murdered his gf he lived with and their daughter earlier that day). He also took his own life. It was the worst domestic violance/murder case our area had seen.