Billy was not a statistic. He was a brother.
He was a straight A student who graduated with a mechanical engineering degree. He was a son. A friend. A human being who laughed, who struggled, who mattered. And somewhere along the way, he became part of a system that promised help but couldn't hold him long enough to save him.
On May 28th, 2024, my father's voice shivered on the other end of the phone. "Billy's dead." There are moments in life that divide everything into before and after. This was mine.
His story is shared by countless families across the country. Through this book and through the foundation that bears his name, his life continues to make an impact. Maybe his life was not supposed to be saved. Maybe it was meant to save others.