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I write for my sister

My story starts like many residents of Wisconsin on most Sundays in the fall—with a Packers game.

I was bartending during the season opener in 2007 when I got a call from my then-girlfriend Nikki. She told me that my sister Holly had been out late in downtown Milwaukee with a friend, and, while at a stop sign, a man had pulled out a .22 caliber gun and took their money, wallets, and cellphones. Then the man began walking away, but for no apparent reason he turned around and pulled the trigger.

The bullet went into the car door, through her lung, and lodged in her chest. By the time she reached the hospital it was too late.

The day my sister died was our mother's birthday. We were supposed to meet at my other sister's home for a birthday celebration, but instead we planned a funeral.

It has been almost six years since her passing and not a day goes by that I do not miss her and try to do right by her memory. Many people share the same story as my family—it scares me to think that thousands of people go through the same experience as my family. That's why gun violence prevention is important to me personally and to my wife Nikki (the very same one).

Thinking about what this did to my mother hurts me every day—I am sure she never will be the same person. I love my mother and I love my sister. And if we can do something to prevent even one more brother from losing a sister or one more mother losing a child, I feel we have an obligation to take that action.

Get involved today, and join me in taking a stand against gun violence.

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