Remembering slain siblings:
A sister's undying love
A sister's undying love
The author was just 11 when her 16-year-old sister Tyesa was fatally shot outside a downtown Chicago movie theater. Days before this past Christmas, her baby brother Tyler was gunned down outside their south suburban home. Here she tells her family's story of loss and also coping and living through the pain.
A niece stands at the tomb of her aunt Tyesa Cherry, slain at 16 before she was born. |
By Tamika Howard
Special Contributor
Tamika Howard smiles with brother Tyler Cherry. |
Not a day goes by that I
don’t think about my older sister Tyesa. No matter how much she ever teased me,
I always admired how strong and beautiful she was. She was so cool and had
the goofiest laugh. And now there is also my little brother Tyler to miss.
Nowadays, each morning, on my
way to work, I look at Tyler’s high school graduation photo that I keep above
my sun visor. His charming smile is unforgettable. I kiss the photo and I say
my daily prayer: “Thank you, God, for who you are and everything that you do. Please
give me the strength make it through the day and please protect me, my family,
friends, and even my enemies.”
I can’t
help but think how short both Tyler and Tyesa’s lives were. Tyesa was 16 when
she was killed on Jan. 17, 1992, while leaving a downtown Chicago movie theater
with her boyfriend Pierre Dennis whose recent death, even as I write this, I
mourn. Pierre
was shot and killed in Gary, Ind., just weeks ago on April 6. Slain 21 years
after Tyesa, he was 40. Tyler, who was not even born when Tyesa was killed,
never got a chance to meet her. He was 20 when he was shot and killed Dec. 22, just
three days before this past Christmas, in front of our own home in south
suburban Hazel Crest. So much
murder. So much pain. So hard to heal. How do you begin to heal, to recover
from such tragic loss?
Tyesa Cherry, slain at age 16 in 1992 in a shooting outside a downtown movie theater. |
With murder, there is no
discrimination by race, nor age, or gender. Bullets do
not have names on them. Too often they claim the innocent, the young. I don’t think anyone ever
fully recovers from such a loss. I have learned that in time you simple learn to
get by, that life doesn’t actually just move on. Parts of it freeze in time.
The loss of both my siblings have
had such a great impact on my life and my family—perhaps none greater than the
effect on how I walk, think, breathe. It has made me suspicious of my
surroundings. Made me look at people differently. I sometimes cannot sleep. I have
sometimes been an emotional wreck. Afraid to love.
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"My deepest secret is that I also lost my mother."
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I was just 11 when Tyesa was killed. So at an
early age, I learned to put my heart in a box and to wear the mask in public. I
acquired a love for writing as a way to privately express my feelings. Still, I
bottled up my emotions and became a walking time bomb. I dared anyone to give
me an excuse to unleash my rage. I know now that I also lost a
large piece of my heart back then and that my sister’s murder threw my entire
life off course. Not only did I lose my sister, but also a mentor, a friend,
and even my innocence and youth.
Delphine Cherry holds a portrait of her daughter Tyesa. |
My mother was a single mother
of four who worked hard to move her family from Chicago’s South Side to the
south suburbs so that we might have a better life. And yet, the irony is that
even in the suburbs—even in the shadow of downtown skyscrapers and Chicago’s
Gold Coast—she lost a son and a daughter to murder.
The most difficult part of coping
with Tyler’s recent killing has been finding the strength to be supportive of
my mother. When I look at her, she amazes me. Through it all, she still
has faith in God, even if there are days that she doesn’t feel like getting out
of bed. And she continues to be strong and to fight every obstacle this cold
cruel world throws at her.
Now Tyler is gone. The impact
on my son and daughter has been devastating.
As a single mother, I have to
play duo roles—loving mother and also disciplinarian. My children often see me
as the “bad guy.” But as a parent, I feel I have an obligation to teach my
children morals and values. I teach them about “love,” about God, about respect,
and that there are rules in life.
I also teach them about book
sense, common sense and street sense. And I take the time to listen to
them, understanding that one moment, the ones you love most can suddenly become
memories in a broken heart. Memories, like
a big sister’s goofy laugh or a little brother’s unforgettable smile. I still remember. And not a
day goes by.
Tyler hugs his nephew Travis, son of his sister Tamika. |