My son James was  young man with a heart of gold.He was murdered.And the ones that killed him is still free.He never had no enimies.He would stop on the side of the road to give a begger his shoes or what money he had.He always smiled.He made my darkest days full of sunshine.When he died ,he died in my arms.And a part of me died with him.He was living proof that angels exist.I could never find words to tell the pain i go through.Just to hold him again and kiss his face.Hold him so close.I always assured him how much i loved him.I wish i could see his darling face and tell him again over and over.Never did i think i would be writing a tribute to him.I thought he would always be around to pick me up and make me smile.but that is all gone now.James my angel,wait on moma.i will be with you in time.Wait at heavens gates for me.you are so missed,even the men that picked up garbage remembered him.Because they was so hot while picking up garbage.James ran and got them water.They could'nt believe someone could kill him.He left alot of people who didnt even know his name.But knew him because he cared....i wish you all could have known him.those that did ,were blessed..I love you son..