Stop the Violent Death of Children

Stop the madness.  Trevor D Wilson alias T-bone was friend to many and father to any.  He left behind a young son 3 months old and a fiance. 

Immediately after Trevor passed, his son began crying and crying.  I remembered that when lil’ Trev was born his father  charmed his way into the nursery and was holding his son in the air like he was the lion kings prize.  He was zooming him in the air like an airplane.   That’s what it took to quite the child.  So everyone in the hospital room who Trev’s mother would let hold him  zoom zoom zoomed him until he became quite. 

 My son was a Leo in every since.  He protected, nourished, and even taught his nieces and nephews to eat with their left hand so that they could realize more of their potential.  His immediate family used to call him father hen.  Whenever he entered the neighborhood in his car with dual exhaust pipes all the children would come running out like he was the ice cream man.  and for sure ice cream would come into the picture before he brought them back to their single mothers.  He never laid hands to dicipline instead began a push-up routine.  All we mothers had to do was mention Trevor’s name and we could get them to do most anything.  At his funeral his nephew Jordan promised he would be lil Trev’s father.    He was only 6 years old at the time.

T-Bone didn’t live long enough to love his own child and that is more than a shame.  It is a crime.

The actual crime involved my son being shot 22 times.   The KCMO police declared it an act of self defense.  It is time to reopen that file and it will be done.   What mother could rest in those circumstances. 

It has been 9 + years since I lost my son/friend and I continue to miss him.  God has blessed me with family and my sanity.  To all the other parents who have lost their loved ones to violent crime,  I feel you and send you the blessings I have received.

Someday justice will be served either on earth or in heaven.  See you someday son.
Keep singing with the Jones heavenly choir.  Tell you grandma I love her and miss her too.

Oh and July 28 would have been his 36th birthday.  Your family and friends will always miss you.