When My Son Passed Half of Me Went With Him





Photography By: Felecia Causey

Tra’Darius “Mook” DeRAmus was the youngest of my three children. He attended a local middle school, where he was a great and attentive student. One of his favorite hobbies was playing videogames.  He always would stay to himself and didn’t have many friends. In his fourteenth year of childhood, he met his first friend. This friend and him started hanging out after school, although I was never comfortable with this young man or trusted him.  One day after school, my son left with this young man and he never returned home.

 Losing my child, my only son at 14 years old, has changed my life drastically. I noticed it and so did the people around me.  I’ve heard that the greatest loss a human can experience, is the loss of a child. THIS IS TRUE!! It doesn't just change you, it demolishes you.  The strongest person in the world, is a grieving mother, that wakes up and keeps going everyday.



 My son and I were very close. When I moved, he also moved. The very first person that he considered his friend and trusted, shot him, in the face. April 21, 2008, was the worst day of my life. When I arrived at the scene, it was seven to eight polices, that approached me. They took their hats off, and told me they were so sorry to let me know, that my 14 year old child was dead on arrival. When I passed out, half of me went with him. 

Parents we as adults realize that who we may call friends are not really our friends. We must not be afraid to research who your kids call their friends. Our kids get so into being noticed and accepted until, they don't notice the fears. I know the child that killed my son is someone  else child, but I never had a good vibe from him. The school warned me and so did others. Parents, please take it from me, follow your first mind and of all things tell and show your child(ren) that the streets/friends, don't have to accept them. The closest friend they can have is their mom.  

I live each day like it was April 21, 2008. The photoshoot,  for this blog was EVERYTHING to me. Why? I remember weeks before my son's death he would always ask me to take pictures with him, but I always gave him an excuse. This photoshoot to me is the  beginning of my closure after 10 years of my son's death.  Thanks, Felecia for giving me this opportunity.



If my son was here today, I would tell him:
“Mook, momma miss you so much. If there was anything I could do to bring you back, I would. You have three nephews now, and I wish you were here to teach them how to play the videogames. 






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