We asked readers to write in and share how many people they knew who had been shot. Here are some of their responses.
GUN NUMBER: 7
Heather Moreno, 39
My brother Christopher Morrison was killed coming home from his birthday party. He and his friend had just arrived home and they were laughing and joking about the night’s events when four men entered the house in search of money that did not exist. After becoming angry that there wasn’t any money, one of the men shot my brother five times at point-blank range in the face and chest. That same man and another man both shot his friend.
Someone had told those men he had lots of money because he bought himself a new car for his birthday. It was his first new car.
You hear about people being killed every day on the news or through your friends and acquaintances, but you can never understand that shock that comes with the sudden and tragic death of a loved one. It’s feels like you’ve stepped in front of a moving train that you never saw coming.
I can’t stop crying. I’m always on high alert, looking around for people who may want to do me harm. I’m always checking the rear view mirror to see if I’m being followed. No matter what I do, I can’t get the hole in my heart to heal. I can’t stop replaying that day over in my head when we got the phone call that my brother had been murdered.
The only comfort that I have was the last words that I said to my brother were, “Have a happy birthday and I love you very much!”