Jeff and I go home. As we drive by the neighbors I think to myself, oh my God how do I tell them, they are his second parents. We don't stop . . . I need to tell my eldest son first. When I get home I try calling him again - no answer. I try his wife, get her voicemail and tell her to have my son call home as soon as possible. A few minutes later he calls asking what's wrong? I repeat everything all over again. He starts crying and saying, "No! No! No, not Alex!" I try to get him to calm down and he tells me he and his wife will be here as soon as they can.
I call the neighbor's and leave a message on their answering maching - I don't know how I even said it but know I told them Alex was gone.
The rest of the morning goes by. I know I showered. I don't know if I ate breakfast or what else happened. I do remember that my daughter, her husband and my grandaughter came over and spent the day with us.
The neighbor, my son's second mother, came over and as I met her at the door she was looking at me saying, "It's not true, tell me it's not true." We immediately hug each other and I say, "Yes, it's true", and we just hold each other and cry. She had heard it from her son and didn't get my message. She just came right over to find out if it was really true and that her son saw it posted on facebook by my deceased son's girlfriend and thought it was a cruel joke. Then her husband, Alex's second dad, came to the door already in tears and just hugged me. He was devastated . . . he had heard my answering machine message.
The neighbors are like family in my heart. They love Alex and treated him like a son and he loved them and called them Mom and Dad. Their two sons were considered Alex's younger and little brothers. Alex had even taught their youngest how to ride a bike.
I remember later that morning or early afternoon (time didn't seem to matter at this point. Alex was gone and I was still in shock) the girlfriends mother called me to see if she and her daughter could come over because his girlfriend wanted to see us. However, her mother wouldn't let her drive and the police had taken his girlfriends vehicle. So I said yes that would be fine.
When they got here we hugged and cried and then my deceased son's girlfriend asked if I wanted to know what happened. I said, "I want to know everything. I am his dad."
While still standing in the foyer, the neighbors son came by to cry with us and comfort us. He needed comforting too as Alex was a brother to him. We all went into the family room and sat down. It was me and Jeff, my daughter and her husband and the neighbors son along with my deceased son's girlfriend and her mother.
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