“I miss my son. I can tell my son all day long that I love him over the phone. But there is nothing like a hug and a kiss… I miss those moments.

I miss us going to get pedicures and manicures together.

I miss the fact that he would come down [to Florida] with Ebony and they would steal my motorcycle and go joyriding.

I miss the fact that my son he loves my lasagna, and he always asked me to make lasagna… he still says to me today: ‘mommy when I come home you have to make me some lasagna.’ And I will. I will have a big pan ready for him.”

Patrice Alexander

Ha’son’s Mother