Clayton "CHUNK" Richison Age- 26 years old

by Brenda Richison
(Bowie, Tx. U.S.)

Chunk was my middle child. I had 3 boys all 3 yrs. and a few months apart. Chunk got his name in grammar school because he was on the chubby side. As he grew, so did his weight. But his heart was big as he was. He never met a stranger. At his funeral the whole town showed up! There was standing room only in the church. People was even outside the church, too.

Chunk always had a smile on his face. I used to tease him that he smiled in his sleep, too. Laughter was what he was made up of. He always laughed, even when no one else was. But one bullet put a stop to that laughter, from a 9mm. pistol. Was it suicide? That's what these cops here say. Murder? That's what all that knew him say. And deep down where only a Mother can feel, I say someone murdered my son! Who? I have my idea. If it was by his hand, then it was caused by someone.

He has 2 small girls that he loved dearly. Why then, was he found dead on his front porch? Lord give me strength! He was the boy who was green-eyed, dark complected, dark brown hair, like me. The other two boys are blue-eyed, blonde-headed, and light complected like their Dad. He was my sunshine! When I was down he lifted me up. He was one in a million! He was my boy!

I cursed God every day for a while for taking him. But like my youngest son told me "Mom, you do have 2 more kids that need you." That did snap me out of it for awhile. So, why am I writing to you all on this website?

I guess that I'm grieving still, after 6 long years. The anniversary of his death is next month and it's fresh to me as if it was yesterday. I go to a group and talk about my problems 4 days a week. And maybe, with hope, I'll be able to lead a normal life, till it's my time to walk through the pearly white gates! I only hope he is standing there to take my hand and greet me...