The Negative Impact of Gun Violence
Photos Courtesy of Sheree Long
Edited By: Felecia Causey
My name is Sheree Long, and I am the mother of 2 boys, a stepmother of a daughter, and grandmother of a grandson.
Jeremiah Mcdade ,was the light of everybody he came in contact with. It was hard not to love him, because of his charm and smile.
On May 9, Jeremiah had moved to Montgomery to start, his first new job. He was so excited, and I was so proud of him.
On May 9, Jeremiah had moved to Montgomery to start, his first new job. He was so excited, and I was so proud of him.
On May 12,2017, our life changed forever as my son, Jeremiah McDade, was shot to death through the door of an apartment complex.
I was in Atlanta, GA, getting flowers for my mother's grave and getting my niece prepared for her graduation, when I received the call that my son had been shot. I remember my heart was racing, and I dialed every family member that was there, to go where my son was. I began begging and asking God to please save my boy. I said, "God even if he is going to be missing an arm or something just, please save my son". My phone was ringing none stop because everybody, in Montgomery was calling. When I approached Exit 18 Lagrange Ga, I received a call from my dad and he said that my son was gone. I didn't grasp what he was saying, so I asked him what hospital. I wasn't going to believe he was dead, because I had pleaded with God to save him. I heard the hurt in my dad voice, when he said, "no baby, he is dead". I passed out on the passenger side, and didn't come to, until we arrived in Alabama. I was hurt, and I didn't believe it. I called his phone over 300 times, hoping he would pick up, and say, "ma it wasn't me". He never picked up the phone.
I remember being angry and felt like I was cheated. I watched my family screamed to the top of their lungs, and his brother fall to the ground. On May 20, 2017, I was suppose to have been helping my niece get ready for her graduation, but I buried my son, right next to where, I had recently laid my mother to rest.
The suspect has been charged with capital murder in Montgomery, Alabama. There is no punishment that will ever make up for the hurt and damage he has done to my family.
I was in Atlanta, GA, getting flowers for my mother's grave and getting my niece prepared for her graduation, when I received the call that my son had been shot. I remember my heart was racing, and I dialed every family member that was there, to go where my son was. I began begging and asking God to please save my boy. I said, "God even if he is going to be missing an arm or something just, please save my son". My phone was ringing none stop because everybody, in Montgomery was calling. When I approached Exit 18 Lagrange Ga, I received a call from my dad and he said that my son was gone. I didn't grasp what he was saying, so I asked him what hospital. I wasn't going to believe he was dead, because I had pleaded with God to save him. I heard the hurt in my dad voice, when he said, "no baby, he is dead". I passed out on the passenger side, and didn't come to, until we arrived in Alabama. I was hurt, and I didn't believe it. I called his phone over 300 times, hoping he would pick up, and say, "ma it wasn't me". He never picked up the phone.
I remember being angry and felt like I was cheated. I watched my family screamed to the top of their lungs, and his brother fall to the ground. On May 20, 2017, I was suppose to have been helping my niece get ready for her graduation, but I buried my son, right next to where, I had recently laid my mother to rest.
The suspect has been charged with capital murder in Montgomery, Alabama. There is no punishment that will ever make up for the hurt and damage he has done to my family.
I don't know how I made it, but I did! I am still asking God for understanding, justice, and to give me strength to make it from day to day. I wanted to share my story, to let people know that gun violence doesn't affect just one person, but it hurts a whole family.
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