Our Angel-Boy Parents of Murdered Children 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
Parents of Murdered Children
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
