Opinion: We Survived Our Son’s Killing by Assisting Others—Now California Must Help
When my son Junior was killed driving home from a funeral in October 2015, I felt I’d lost everything. At age 18, a senseless act of violence robbed my son of his bright future. I honestly didn’t see a reason to keep living.
But I kept going. I leaned on my husband, Juan Carlos, along with my brother and sister who helped me through that unimaginably difficult time. They reached out to local and state victims’ services programs to access support we desperately needed to survive.
No parent saves for the expense of their child being taken from them. Without the victims’ funds, we wouldn’t have been able to pay for the funeral or cremation. Or for so many other unexpected expenses that arose in the immediate aftermath of Junior’s death.