There is something destabilizing about having known someone only as a child and then hearing they were gunned down in the street. The person you see in your mind lying in that street is still a child. I’m sure his mother feels that way, too, or she sees him at every age all at once, including those he did not live to see.
A touching tribute to someone struck down so needlessly.
I grew up with Alex Pretti
The kind-hearted ICU nurse shot by federal agents was my childhood best friend.