Bobby Johnson

Bobby was such a loving son and a true friend to all. I remember holding him in my arms when he was only a child, watching him grow up and become a beacon for trust in the community really makes it difficult to write this. As he grew up I lost contact with him, but I still tried to send a birthday card like usual. However, before I reached the post office, some detective man had come to inform me that my son was dead. The agony, not only to lose my son but to see him die on his 22nd birthday was heartbreaking. I will never ever forget the memories I had with him and I hope that wherever he may go in the afterlife he will have true peace. I hope whoever killed Bobby is dealt justice.