Joey's father remembers his son

Joey's Dad

My son that I shall never see or talk to again was taken from us for what ever reason I hope the truth shall come forward. The last time I spoke to Joe was as he was walking out the door to visit his friends for a Saturday evening out.

Joey was just starting his adulthood in life. I knew Joey as a father, different than his friends did. Joey was really respectful to me and at times felt as if I never acknowledged the good things that he did. Emotions from a father to a son at times are very hard to express. I wish I could have hugged him more and loved him in a way he understood. All I have left of my son are pictures, memories, smells of his room, his clothes, his shoes, that I cherish like nothing else. The stories told by his friends, parents of his friends, cousins, people who crossed paths with Joey in his short life are how I can begin to know the life of my son that I never knew. He touched and enlightened the lives of so many people. The past few days since this tragic event has been like nightmare that I will never awake from. I do not seek sympathy and only want to say that he was my son, he did not deserve the treatment he took by people that did not know him. I pray that justice will prevail.

I love you Joey, my son.