Little did I know when I dropped off my son, Christopher Williamson, at a friend’s house Friday morning March 24, 2006 that it would be the last time I would see him alive. While trying to help two young ladies find a way home, he ended up at the home of friends where a mad man was planning to kill. On a sunny Saturday morning, Christopher was shot and killed along with five other innocent victims. My life changed forever. At 21, Christopher had his life planned – marriage, children and a wonderful future. I miss him more today than five years ago. What a terrible lost we all endured that morning.







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