He took my mom and I in when we had nowhere else to go, and we did the same for him when he fell on hard times. He’s been in my life everyday for as long as I can remember. He was funny, charming, and a gentleman’s gentleman. He got diagnosed with cancer 18 months ago and passed last Friday at the age of 57. There’s been plenty of deaths in the family, but this is the worst. My mom lost her little brother and it feels like I lost my dad. It’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt.

My friend who passed from cancer is girl second from the left, I'm the dummy with his eyes closed. She left behind a baby girl and a hole in all our hearts. Even though I have my eyes closed, it's a picture that has joy on all our faces, despite the situation, and that's why I like it.

8-year-old JahVai Roy of North York, Ontario, Canada, was struck and killed by a stray bullet in the head while in bed in his apartment in the early morning of August 16. Police described the incident as a “cowardly and disgusting act of violence”.

According to family friend Marcell Wilson, the child was lying in bed with his mother when the bullet hit him.

Toronto Police said several calls came in from reports of gunshots at the apartment just before 12:30 AM.

He was rushed to the hospital, where he died a short time later.

JahVai is the city’s 26th homicide victim of the year.

Speaking at the scene, Det. Sgt. Jason Davis called it “an unimaginably tragic incident.”

“He was in his home, the safest place that you can be with your family, in bed when he was struck by a stray bullet,” Davis said.

The homicide detective noted two other units in the building were also hit by gunfire, though no additional injuries were reported.

Davis shared that police do not have information about a suspect or suspects at this time.

He indicated that the shooting occurred outside the building near a playground where “a group of individuals were standing at that time.”

The incident called for stronger laws against gun possession and violence and has garnered widespread attention and support across the country.

This final photo came from his mother’s public Instagram account dated on July 10 with the caption “Littlest handsome”💔

Fly high JahVai 🕊️

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I lost my baby boy at 38 days old. We are still waiting for the autopsy and they haven't determined why yet. Possibly sids, which feels extremely shitty. To not know what happend or possibly never knowing is also killing me. I feel like I'm living in hell, those 38 days were some the best days of my life, I also have a 7 year old and that's the only thing keeping me here on earth. I feel so guilty, I feel like a shit mom. I know I have severe PTSD, I relive it constantly that early morning when I found him a 4:30 am. They emergency personnel at my house. The horror of being in the hospital watching them trying to save my son, Then being told they couldn't save him, I screamed at everyone to try to do something else to save him. I know they tried, I know it's know ones fault. Then been interrogated by the police, them going through all my things in my home. The embarrassment of my neighbors most likely seeing police and investigators at my house wondering what the fuck was happening. I feel ashamed. I just miss him so much he was so beautiful and chubby. He was everything to me and know I feel like my life is ruined. My husband is a wreck as well, I feel so bad for my other son he was the best brother to him and loved to kiss him all over. Why the fuck did this happen?

Her Story…

My mom passed away August 19th, She was only 59. She had suffered a fall that broke 3 ribs, once there they discovered she had pneumonia and double lung infection. They put her on a ventilator and I knew it was bad.

Mom since the young age of either 26 or 28 has dealt with cancer. First it was stomach which she beat, then she had a football sized tumor removed. She then got lung cancer and had to get half her lung removed. After that she got brain cancer and had to get brain surgery which left her almost completely paralyzed in one side.

I had a lot of hope for her because she always beat the odds no matter what. However she was given TWO choices, the first was hard. They wanted to send her to a nursing home 3 hours away and put a trachea in. She would be a ventilator permanently and only eat through a feeding tube.

The second was to remove her ventilator and basically let her die fighting. She chose that option, the days leading up to her death she was full of energy. However within hours of removing the ventilator and giving her pain medication. She fell into unconsciousness and began to breathe in singular breaths with a sigh at the end.

Finally she past around 12:30am on the 19th of August. She didn't get to go home instead she died at the hospital. Not even getting to see her beloved dog Lee, however she did get to see her grandson(my son) | am so thankful she did. Sadly it would be her last time seeing him ever. That's pretty much my mom's story...

There are bits and pieces I left out but for a reason. She smoked a lot despite cancer loved to have a beer and drove all over! She also had a thing for horror movies! Collecting every single one she liked and always gave budget movies a chance!! In ending | love you mom and I still have yet to cry. I don't know why I'm not bawling my eyes out but I'm okay.

This picture was taken about six months before her death. She died at 88 on June 12th.

He was famous for being the first person to successfully land the triple back flip. After successfully doing so he proposed to his long-time girlfriend. According to his friend who was there on that fateful day, Archer died on impact after hitting the ground neck first after coming off his bike midair. He was the one who ran to him and found him in such a horrific state.

Hatfield was known as "Devil Anse" and McCoy was known as "Randall" or "Ole Randall". They were the Leaders of the Legendary Hatfield-McCoy Feud that took place on the Kentucky-West Virginia Border. The Hatfields lived in West Virginia and the McCoys lived in Kentucky.