It was just a quiet Sunday afternoon. The kind filled with soft sunlight, steady footsteps, and the familiar rhythm of a couple walking their dog through a peaceful park. 🌳👫🐶 No tension. No raised voices. Just routine — a simple ritual they had shared countless times before.

Then, in a single, violent instant, everything shattered.

Gunfire pierced the calm. 💥 Their dog was struck first. Panic replaced peace. Before there was even time to process what was happening, Terry was shot too.

He fell beside his wife on the very path they had walked together so many times. As she knelt next to him, the world spinning into chaos, he looked at her and said the words that would echo forever:
“I love you.” ❤️

He never made it home.

What was meant to be a short walk ended in unbearable loss. A routine turned into a tragedy. A peaceful afternoon transformed into a memory marked by sirens, grief, and questions that may never fully be answered. 🚨💔

Now, that park will never feel the same.
That path will always hold more than footprints.

It holds the last moments of a husband, a life stolen without warning — and a love spoken one final time. 🕊️