A Silent Goodbye

“911 what is your emergency?” a woman asked calmly. Minutes later the parade of ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars arrived. The men rushed into the house and quickly put my mother on a stretcher. That was the moment I realized it was really happening. My mother had been shot. Of course, I never realized how devastating the death of a loved one could be until I actually had to go through it. Like most people I always thought that the horrible crimes I saw on television would never effect me. I never expect that such a tragedy could happen to my family. I never imagined that it would actually be my city, my neighborhood and my family that the evil person would choose. Well, I was wrong. After I experienced the shooting of my mother, her death, and the murder trial I then realized how easy it is to take for granted not only how precious life is, but also take for granted the people whom I love dearly.
It had been a normal day. I had gotten up, dad had taken us to school,...