In Indianapolis, Indiana...
A few days ago, while watching TV and taking care of her 17-month-old daughter, Asia Davis, age 22, was shot in the head and killed, with her child in her arms. A bullet fragment caught the baby in the head and knocked her unconsious. Thank God. The guys who broke in wanted a safe from the home. It had to be more than one man, because the safe weighted 400 pounds when it was empty. Had they told her it was what they wanted, she'd have gladly given it up...
Asia was not found until about 17 hours later, when she wasn't answering repeated phone calls and text messages. She never answers her door at night, but she does answer the phone.
When she was found, after being so brutally killed, her baby girl was still in her arms, unable to escape the rigorous grip of her mother... but by some miracle, she was still alive.
This is a girl I've known for most of her life. Her mom used to babysit my kids. We shared cook outs, holidays, and birthday parties. My sister has two children with Asia's brother. Losing her breaks my heart.
This comes at a bad time in my life. My brother died at the age of 18 and today would have been his 24th birthday. At least when he died, it was an accident and their was nobody to blame or to hate for it. I can't imagine how it feels to have her taken from her family so brutally, not knowing who did it but knowing that she knew them (she had to know them if they knew the safe was even there), and not being able to see her to say goodbye...
I've lost so many already...Brian, Brad, Tracy, Lisa, Dave, Brianna, Mickey, Frank, J.P., Sharon... the list goes on... How many do we have to lose?
If life is a lesson in loss, I'm ready to graduate!
