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Gone too soon. I still cant believe they are gone. What happened for them just happens to other people, or to the media. Their never ever so near, never so true. Https://Twitter.Com/Danielmillsback/ includes extra info concerning how to ponder it. This time around the news was private. It was also real. It had been Memorial Day 2002. We had attended Delaware to see family for christmas. I rose early that morning at about 3am, woke my partner up and said, Boo, I dont feel ri... Its been over 4 yrs since Daniel (age 12) and Chante (8) were snatched from our lives. Gone too soon. I still cant believe they're gone. What happened to them only happens to other people, or on the news. Its never ever so close, never so true. This time the headlines was personal. It was also true. It had been Memorial Day 2002. We had attended Delaware to go to family for the holiday season. I rose early that morning at about 3am, woke my husband up and said, Boo, I dont feel right and I think we have to get on your way. It had been an unusual drive home. We struck Route 13 some time between 4 and 5am that day. No radio, no Cd-s, just complete silence. I also drove and in the event that you knew me, youd understand how much I try to avoid long-distance driving. But this morning was different. There is a feeling of urgency in my own spirit. Some thing wasnt right. If you are concerned by writing, you will seemingly fancy to learn about http://newswire.net/newsroom/pr/00091531-daniel-millsback-receives-special-service-award.html. We came home, went to work and went on with this usual daily routine. No media, no TV, no radio. Be taught extra info on our affiliated link - Browse this website twitter.com/danielmillsback/. Which was very strange because I generally get up to Wavy TV 10 with Don Roberts, as I look right back now, However not this day. After work I sat at the dining room table going over our household expenses. Then the phone rang. Hi. Theyre gone. What? Theyre gone. What're you referring to and who's this? Its Liz, the children are gone Nicole, Cedric killed them. Woman, stop playing, what are you talking about? Theyre gone, Nicole, theyre gone Where have you been? At Parents. Here I come. Lizs mother Maria got on the phone and proceeded to inform me what had happened. Please come, she wants you. I yelled up the steps to Jerry, Seriously, Liz said Cedric killed the children. This began a nightmare for me; but it could not compare to what Liz was going through, which could be described as a torturous, slow daily death. She was experiencing something so painful, however numbing at-the sam-e time. Her heart was com-pletely broken. You frequently hear and wonder about the expression broken heart, but I can confirm that Lizs heart was fully shatteredand there was nothing I can do but hope. Some one please wake me up. Please wake Liz up; this has to be a bad problem. Because it wasnt a nightmare; it was true but we never woke up. Liz and I've been friends for a decade now. We worked together and our families got together for holidays, birthdays and cook-outs. Daniel and Chante were friends with this children. We babysat for every other and our partners were friends also. Chante adored Felicia (my daughter). When Felicia was born I do believe Chante thought she was a doll. Just how she'd hold her when she was an infant was precious. Tevan (my son) and Daniel visited the same college and were in the same level. We lived just five minutes from one another. A month before this disaster we celebrated Chante Felicias birthdays. (Both of girls were born in April.) He'd to be a creature. H-e didnt love these children. H-e was no good. Those were some of the things that people would say when they heard what Cedric did for the kids. I would usually overhear people say things in a store, in church or on my job since this history was in the headlines for quite some time both in the paper and on TV. Double Homicide - Man and Suicide Kills Kids and Himself were the headlines. But if you ask me he was the complete opposite. He was an excellent service and loved his kiddies. He was fun; he'd a great heart and would give his last dollar if he knew someone was in need to help. When my family needed help he was there. He looked out for all of us. I can remember midnight visits he made to our home if our heat wasn't working or something needed to be fixed. He wasn't planning to have the youngsters in the cold. I dont care if you are in-the cool Nicole, just the youngsters, he would laugh. He was like a big brother, always looking out for me personally, specially when my husband was out to sea. I never knew the key that Liz was hiding. And I thought I understood her so well. But she was like many women which are being abused. Many people never know. She knew how to cover it, how to cover it up and go on with her living - protecting her secret. Liz had been physically abused and she got completely fed up. She was going to leave him and h-e wasn't having it. H-e broke. I remember getting the remainder of-the week off to-be with Liz. Being by her side was so very hard. I needed to grieve. I needed to mourn, however it wasnt about me. When she was weak I'd to be strong. Chantes organs were donated by liz to Life-Net. She asked me to go along with her to express farewell to Tae. We walked to the hospital room and it seemed like she was living. She was connected to the devices that kept her organs working. Her chest was increasing and down. To get a brief moment I thought she was alive. But she was gone. Just 8 yrs old. She lay there so beautiful, with her head covered up to hide the bullet hole. I felt my knees wobble. But I'd to keep it together. Examine her nails Nicole, she'd just painted them. Liz was looking at her kids nails. What do I say, what do I do? I thought. Nothing let her be. The nurse came in and said they were going to just take her body down. They gave Liz a few more minutes to state farewell. Liz, I'll keep you here to-be with Tae. No, please stay with me. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to scream, and I wanted to run. But again, it absolutely was not about me. Bye Baby, I love you, and Im sorry. She kissed her, I kissed her, and we walked out. There were no words from my friend until she said, lets go see him. At this time around Cedric was putting in a coma at a medical facility across the street. He made the gun on himself after he shot the kids, but he didnt die immediately. H-e slept in the coma for nearly a week before dying. Some say God didnt allow him to die instantly as a way to give time to him to repent for what he had done. Only God knows what occurred during the time he was in the coma. I recall the afternoon as though it were yesterday. H-e was in the bed useless. He was there, however not really there. But I knew h-e heard us. He knew we are there. Theyre Gone, Cedric, Liz said softly while holding his hand. Can you hear me? The language came in a sound, tears streaming down her face. Chante and Daniel are both dead. Why? His finger moved. We asked the nurse if he could hear, and she said no. But I know h-e heard her. Daniel Chante were buried Cedric the next and one-week. They certainly were senseless murders committed in-a state of rage, a state of madness. Years ago you couldnt pay me to think in temporary insanity but to-day I know it to be true. I believe Cedric lost his head for a short period and when he got it back it was too late. Thats just my opinion based on what we knew of him, or at least what we thought we knew. We all have feelings within our minds; we all have your brain chatter and the voices. I really believe that evening that Cedric couldnt end the voices; he couldnt change the chat off. There was no peace, nothing to overcome the evil that happened that night. When we complain concerning the small things or work the small stuff like expenses, kids not doing chores, bad hair days, the water, kids getting into trouble etc, we must recall Liz and her daily battles. Chante not doing her homework or she'd give it all up to be able to scream at Daniel to-day about his tasks not being completed. But thats difficult. They're gone, not to return. There's not really a day that passes that she doesnt think about her former husband and her children. There will often be emptiness in her heart and an inconsolable longing for her children. Lizs adviceTake nothing and nobody for granted. To-morrow certainly is not guaranteed to us. If you're in an abusive relationship tell some-one that you trust and escape. Contact a helpline, or your neighborhood YWCA. www.ywca.org www.ywca-shr.org Today, Daniel would have been 1-7 and Chante would have been 1-2..