On October 3, 2018, I received a frantic phone call from my very dear friend Mike, a brother in arms, telling me I needed to call him back immediately. I had just finished working out and when his phone rang, he hurriedly answered the phone and said, “Terrence is gone, V—they killed him.”
It took me a minute to realize what Mike was saying, and after repeating it several times, I finally understood what he was trying to get across.