The Whitaker family had been sitting down to dinner on December 10th. Patricia, Kent, Bart, and Kevin were all huddled around the dining room table when the doorbell rang. Kevin jumped up and opened the door to reveal a man in a ski mask. Seconds later, shots rang out and the next thing Kent knew, he was waking up in the ICU, with no clue that the pain in his chest was about to get much, much worse.
It was close to Christmas time and Kent was in a bad way. Kent’s life had been torn asunder in recent days. Not only was he lying in a hospital bed, his chest bandaged, an IV in his arm, a 9mm bullet hole six inches from his heart, but after 28 years of wedded bliss he was also now a widower and one of his children was dead…