The following was written by Janet Garcia on behalf of her son Jesse.
My son had just turn 16 at the time he was taken from me.
He was a good son. In his early life he liked sports.
He was talking always – getting in trouble at school for talking. He had great friends and saw what murder did at a young age; alot of his friends ended up taken due to violence. I remember the tears that would roll down his face when he would hear about what happened to some of his friends. A lot are buried close to him.
The day was a Sunday. His friend called and he asked me, “Mom can I go and meet my friend and come back and watch some videos for a while.” I asked him to hurry back because I don’t like him walking. He gave me a hug and said “Love u mom.”
I felt a great heaviness all day, but not even 10 minutes. I heard gunshots, but always heard them, I just said a prayer like I always did.
Not long after I heard banging at my door. It was Jesse friend saying, “Janet something happen to Jesse.” I said u better not be lying to me. “He got shot, He got shot.” I said where is he at. He replied “three blocks away,”
I ran but by the time I got there he was transported to the hospital. I ran down the street because i didn’t know what to do. Jesse’s friend’s mom and dad picked me up and took me to the hospital; they kept me in a small room for the longest time and didn’t have no news. They sent a guy to sit with me and then more of the nightmare started.
They told me that a guy was going around town shooting at different houses and trying to hit anybody he saw. My son had to be the one walking down a city street and it had to be him. “WHY?”
They didn’t let me see him. I waited and waited; then he comes out of the emergency room, I follow him as they push him to the intensive care unit.
I stayed by his side, I broke down.
Doctors said that he was brain dead; they put him on life support.
He was shot in the head. Nobody told me what brain dead was so I waited until the next day, they said they have to be sure that he is indeed brain dead. Well the doctor said can we use his organs for transplant. I didn’t even know what that was.
I said no, what if he wakes up? They said that he wouldn’t. So an hour passed and the doctor told me that I didn’t have a choice but to take him off life support.
I didn’t understand, I broke down again.
I didn’t know what to do, so they asked me if I wanted to be in the room. I couldn’t even answer them; my daughter stayed at his side. I couldn’t do it, to see my baby gone.
So I have never been the same. I but I know he is in Heaven. Just want to be a voice for him