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Gone Too Soon - Kids Murdered In A Senseless Rage
It’s been over 4 yrs since Daniel (age 12) and Chante (8) were snatched from our lives. Gone too soon…. I still can’t believe they are gone. What happened to them only happens to other people, or on the news. It’s never ever so close, never so real. This time the news was personal.
It was too real. It was Memorial Day 2002. We had gone to Delaware to visit family for the holidays. I rose early that morning at about 3am, woke my husband up and said, “Boo, I don’t feel right and I think we need to get on the road”. It was a strange ride home.
We hit Route 13 sometime between 4 and 5am that morning. No radio, no CD’s, just complete silence. I even drove and if you knew me, you’d know how much I try to avoid long distance driving. But this morning was different. There was a sense of urgency in my spirit. Something wasn’t right. We arrived home, went to work and went on with our normal daily routine. No news, no TV, no radio. As I look back now, that was very strange because I normally wake up to Wavy TV 10 with Don Roberts, But not this day. After work I sat at the dining room table going over our household bills.
Then the phone rang. “Hello.” “They’re gone.” “What?” “They’re gone.” “What are you talking about and who is this?” “It’s Liz, the kids are gone Nicole, Cedric killed them.” “Girl, stop playing, what are you talking about?” “They’re gone, Nicole, they’re gone” “Where are you?” “At Mom’s.” “Here I come.” Liz’s mother Maria got on the phone and proceeded to tell me what had happened. “Please come, she needs you.” I yelled up the steps to Jerry, “Come on, Liz said Cedric killed the kids.
” This began a nightmare for me; but it could not compare to what Liz was going through, which could be described as a torturous, slow daily death. She was experiencing something so painful, yet numbing at the same time. Her heart was completely broken. You often hear and wonder about the expression “broken heart”, but I can attest that Liz’s heart was completely shattered…and there was nothing I could do but pray. Somebody please wake me up. Please wake Liz up; this has to be a bad nightmare. But we never woke up because it wasn’t a nightmare; it was real. Liz and I have been friends for 10 years now. We worked together and our families got together for cookouts, birthdays and holidays. Daniel and Chante were friends with our children.
We babysat for each other and our husbands were friends as well. Chante adored Felicia (my daughter). When Felicia was born I think Chante thought she was a doll. The way she would hold her when she was an infant was priceless. Tevan (my son) and Daniel went to the same school and were in the same grade. We lived just 5 minutes from each other. A month before this tragedy we celebrated Chante & Felicia’s birthdays. (Both of the girls were born in April.) “He had to be a monster.
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