It was a sunny day, but I still had a dark feeling in my stomach and I wasn’t sure what it was. I was only 4, but I remember the day as if it were yesterday. My mom woke up my brother, my sister, and I and we all ate breakfast, and watched the sunday morning cartoons together. It was about 10 a.m. when my moms cell phone rang, I thought it would just be my grandma complaining that we let another sunday pass without going to church. It wasn’t that we didn’t want to go to church, it was just that we always had such a busy week with me and my siblings in school, than me in gymnastics and ballet my sister in soccer and my brother in a band we would have practices, games, meets, and performances throughout the week , and by the time we got to Sunday we were exhausted and just wanted to relax. The phone call wasn’t my grandma complaining about church, my mom said she actually couldn’t make much out of the call, because my grandma was hysterical crying, but she said out of the whole call she understood my grandma said for us to get to her house right away. Good thing my grandma lived about ten minutes away. My mom frantically got together some things and put us all in the car to speed over to my grandmas house packed with around twenty cars. My brother and sister jumped out of the car, and my mom grabbed me and we all ran inside to find many of our relatives and close friends along with our grandparents sitting all around the house crying and praying. As soon as we walked in my twenty year old uncles girlfriend jumped on my mom hugging her for comfort and told her that my uncle passed away. I remember the exact words to this day “Freddy was murdered.” it didn’t feel real, and I wish it wasn’t. She said he was meeting her for lunch somewhere downtown when a black male demanded him to give up his wallet and when my uncle refused the man pulled out a gun shot him in the head, and ran without taking anything. I went to sleep that night hoping my day was a dream, but I woke up the next day at my grandmas house to cries and screams. The dark feeling that was in my stomach the morning before spread throughout my whole body. I was young but the love I had for my uncle was incredible. He was my best friend and like a dad, since my dad wasn’t apart of my life. A couple of days after the tragedy we held a funeral. I seemed unreal seeing my uncle laying stiff and pale and lifeless in a casket. When it was my turn to walk up to his casket I didn’t want to leave his side. I couldn’t accept the fact that it would be the last time to look at him face to face. As I stood there with my hand over his heart my uncle’s girlfriend walked up behind me putting her right arm around me giving me a gentle hug, and opening a little white box with her left hand. on the box it said “ To: Macey” in blue ink. She said that it was found in my uncles car, when they removed it from the murder scene. Inside the box was a necklace. It was a gold cross that was outlined in little crystal diamonds. Right then I felt him with me, and I knew as long as I had that necklace he would be there with me and watching over my every step. I was able to walk away from his casket knowing I wasn’t leaving me at all, and forever the small gold cross will be my biggest treasure.