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To this day, I'm still in disbelief that my father is gone...Him coming home from work that, family having a BBQ in the backyard, a police officer, who is the friend of my aunt Darryl was in the front yard casually talking...My cousin bbqing, then asked my father to come take over the grill, while he goes over to his photo studio to take pictures of a female client he had waiting for a session. My aunt who is mentally disabled, comes to her front door of her house in the backyard, same house she shares with her son. Takes his loaded gun out of his dresser drawer in his room and points it at my father while his back is turned... everyone present said they thought it was a toy gun, even my father when he turned around to see her standing there...bc he never knew my cousin had it, nor was a gun present in the house of his mental disabled sister....it's more to this story...when I got the call while I was back home in Philadelphia I knew something wasn't right...One of the reasons my Father left Philly was bc of the gun violence, he hated guns. The main reason bc of my ailing grandmother, he was coming back to take care of her at her request, after leaving La. over 40yrs ago...she mysteriously passed away after my father's death...This never sat well with me and I will never let it rest, bc I'm coming for the truth, one way or another...