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.