“Two weeks before Christmas, my mom Cindy went to the mall to buy gifts for our family, and she never came home. While she was carrying her bags around Clackamas Town Center, a gunman opened fire with a stolen gun, and he killed her.
My mom was a hospice nurse who always took care of others, and she was the best mom. It’s been nine years since that awful Tuesday when we got the call that my mom was killed, and I still think about her every day. I just had my first baby, and during my pregnancy, I wished I could’ve called my mom to ask her advice. I’m sad for my daughter that she’ll never get to meet her grandma—because my mom would’ve been the world’s best grandma.
What hurts most is that her death was entirely preventable. Increasing gun safety so that this doesn’t happen to other families will mean my mom didn’t die for nothing.”