Tuesday, June 21, 2022 was just a normal day at work, until it wasn’t.
I was sitting at my desk when I received a text from an unknown number:
4:37pm- “this is Jay, Lawrence’s friend, I just heard something, where’s Law?”
“ppl telling me he just got shot”
I called Jay and he said that there were a bunch of police cars near my house and that everyone was saying that Lawrence was shot.
Driving, screaming, crying… begging for it not to be true, pleading for him to be okay. Calling the police, calling my sister.
Speeding to the hospital.
More texts from Jay
4:50 “somebody literally just called me saying that somebody shot Law and that he is dead”
4:54 “have you heard anything?”
4:57 “is he dead?”
5:03 “What’s going on?”
5:12 “What’s going on with Law?”
Parked my car in the driveway of the ER department. Crying, begging for someone to tell me something.. is he ok? is he dead? Just tell me!
“Ma’am, the officers will meet with you in a few minutes.”
Officers…. Not Doctors. Doctors tell you prognosis and next steps. Officers don’t.
I knew. But was lead into a private room where two officers had the horrendous task of telling me that my son suffered injuries that he did not survive.
More texts from Jay:
5:21 “Please say something, that’s my little brother”
5:22 “I need to know something”
I replied at 5:32 “he’s dead”
55 minutes, that’s how long it took for my world to end.
After the end 