My son, Hunter Alexander English was born July 18th

2001.  He was Seven Pounds-Fifteen ounces.  I would

hear my other friends who had had children and they

would talk about how they did not think they could

love someone so much, and how willing they would be to

give up their lives for that person, their child.  I

did not think that was possible until my son was born

or actually before he was born when I felt him move

inside my belly.  I knew then that my life was him. 

He was a beautiful handsome baby boy, born with a head

full of beautifully wavy dark brown hair, chocolate

brown eyes, and creamy tan skin.  I remember how his

eyes would twinkle when it was playtime.  He was

progressing I thought rather well for  being 3 months.

 Almost ready to start  on cereal, growing

wonderfully, and seemingly already starting to babble

a bit.  And then he was gone.  As swiftly as this

angel came into my life he was gone.  All because of a

treacherous act, by a person who he would know as

"daddy".  Hunter Alexander English died, October 26th

2001, from massive brain injury.  



My son may now miss all the wonderful milestones that

I had dreamed of him doing, but I will keep his memory

alive.  I will fight with all the breath in my body to

make laws stronger against child killers and domestic

abuse offenders.  I plan to start a support groups for

people who live in the south who have had relative

brutally taken from them by murder, as grief support

groups are next to nill here in the south.  I want to

extend back the hand that was extended to me by so

many, and give that love back.  



To my son Hunter, I love you more than my pitiful

words can express and I always will.  I can't wait

till I see you again my angel-boy.



Love,

 Mama, Great-Grandpa, Sam, and family