this is why i have not ben on much this last 6 days or so this was my 17 year old cousin who was killed this last saturday night.
For those of you on my end who don't know, my nephew, Ronald "Ronnie" Allen Fraga, was murdered on Saturday the 12th. Suffering three stab wounds to his abdomin, one was a direct hit to his heart killing him almost instantly. Take a look at all that is lost.
The fourth generation...
Someone's son, brother, grandson, nephew, friend, boyfriend, but most of all, someone's DADDY.
With a 4.0 GPA and a job to take care of his son, Joseph "Joey" Ronald Fraga, Ronnie was going places. He was somebody.
This is a devistating loss for our family. Having Ronnie stolen from us is crippling. My sister shouldn't have to bury her son, but she is. My mother shouldn't be outliving her grandchild as my grandfather shouldn't be outliving his great-grandson, but they are. Jessica shouldn't have to raise Joey by herself, but she is. Ronnie won't get to see his son turn a year old or take his first steps. He doesn't get to hear his sons first words, he doesn't get to hear him speak at all. Ronnie will never get the chance to hear his son say, "I love you daddy." The pain is unimaginable. Ronnie was loved, not lost. He was broken, but he'll never be forgotten. I guess we made the mistake of blinking, now we'll never close our eyes. To me, Ronnie's not dead, he just went home and he's waiting for US to walk through the door. We'll see him again someday, even if we have to wait for someday until we take our last breaths.
RIP Ronnie.
07/07/90-01/12/08
I love you, my sweet nephew.
Daneer
