Today marks 5 months since Preston’s death. I'm going to talk about our Journey to Justice.

We gather here today united by a common bond of grief and resilience, a bond that has only grown stronger in the wake of Preston’s tragic departure from our lives.

It is with a heavy heart that I have to stand here tonight. This has been an emotional journey that our hearts had to endure. No parent should have to say goodbye to their child and place them in the earth.

On Feb 9th, my wife and I went to go visit Preston. About halfway to Preston's site something looked different. When we got to his site we realized his marker had finally been placed.

Today I clocked out of my shift at the hospital and felt the need to come sit under your leaf on the Tree of Life. I delivered two boys today. Two boys born 4 months to the day since your attack. My deliveries on the 28th always hold extra significance to me.

I took this photo on Friday Oct 27, 2023. Everything was fine. The next day I talked to Mae Mae and she told me about the plans that you, your sister, your mom and her were going to carve pumpkins and have chili on Sunday.

Today marks 3 months since Preston's Passing.

There is not a moment in the day that I do not think about Preston. From the moment my eyes open until they close at night he is always there in my mind with me.

I want to talk about the Light of love and perseverance that this community has shown us and the Light that is seeping into the cracks of darkness to expose the truth.

To the mothers of the boys who took my nephews life, Twelve weeks. It’s been 12 weeks since your boys made the decision, on a dark Halloween weekend, to viscously hit and kick my nephew.

This tragedy abruptly altered our lives forever. This has been a nightmare that we have endured for the past 75 days without resolution of the assailants being brought into custody for justice to be served.

My nephew, Preston, was brutally attacked at a Halloween Party exactly two months ago. When we got the call that Preston had been “jumped”, my husband, as the protector of the family, assumed the role of navigating traffic signals to get us to the hospital as quickly and safely as possible.

Tuesday marks a month since my nephew was beaten at a Halloween party. A month since he last took a breath on his own. A month since brave teenagers performed CPR on him. A month since our family got the call that would change our lives forever.