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In Loving Memory of Danxiong Gao, Kegang Xie, and a Precious Young Child

With profound sorrow and hearts weighed down by grief, we remember the lives lost in a devastating tragedy outside Lake Ridge.

On Saturday morning, officers from the Prince William County Police Department responded to a home in the 3400 block of Vale Court, off Smoketown Road. There, they discovered an unimaginable scene — four lives lost within the walls of what should have been a place of safety and love.

Authorities identified the deceased as 40-year-old Danxiong Gao, his 69-year-old mother Kegang Xie, and his 2-year-old son. Police also identified 35-year-old Ziyi Lu as the presumed suspect in what investigators have described as a murder-suicide. According to officials, all four died from knife wounds.

Today, our focus is on remembering the lives of those taken — a father, a grandmother, and a little boy whose future had barely begun.

Danxiong Gao — A Husband and Father

At 40 years old, Danxiong Gao was in the prime of his life. He was not only a husband and son, but a father to a young child who undoubtedly saw him as a hero. Those who knew him describe a man devoted to his family, working hard to provide stability and comfort for the people he loved most.

His life was filled with responsibilities, aspirations, and quiet sacrifices — the kind that often go unnoticed but form the foundation of a loving home. His loss leaves a space that can never truly be filled.

Kegang Xie — A Mother and Grandmother

At 69, Kegang Xie had lived a life rich with experience, wisdom, and love. As a mother and grandmother, she represented strength and continuity — the bridge between generations. Grandmothers are often the keepers of family traditions, stories, and warmth. They nurture not only with words, but with presence.

Her passing is not only the loss of a beloved matriarch but the silencing of a lifetime of memories, guidance, and care.

A Precious Two-Year-Old Life

The most heartbreaking loss of all is that of a 2-year-old child — a life so new, so innocent, so full of possibility. At just two years old, the world is a place of discovery: first words, first friendships, first glimpses of personality shining through.

A toddler’s laughter has a way of lighting up a home. Small footsteps echo with promise. To lose a child so young is a sorrow beyond words — a future of birthdays, school days, dreams, and milestones that will now only live in imagination and memory.

A Community in Mourning

Tragedies like this ripple far beyond a single household. They shake neighborhoods. They leave communities searching for understanding in the face of heartbreak. In moments like these, we are reminded of the fragile nature of life and the unseen struggles that can exist behind closed doors.

As the investigation continues, the community holds space for grief — for extended family members, friends, neighbors, and all who are trying to process this profound loss.

Today, we honor Danxiong Gao, Kegang Xie, and the sweet young child whose life was taken far too soon. We remember them not for the violence that ended their lives, but for the love they shared, the roles they held within their family, and the light they brought into the world.

May their memories be a blessing. May their loved ones find strength in the midst of sorrow. And may they rest together in eternal peace.

In Loving Memory of Rogieck Cohea

With heavy hearts and profound sorrow, we remember Rogieck Cohea, just 18 years old, whose life was tragically cut short in Gulfport.

According to the Harrison County Coroner’s Office, Rogieck was found deceased in a vehicle outside the Stonegate Apartments earlier this month. Authorities from the Gulfport Police Department responded to a welfare check at the complex, where they made the heartbreaking discovery. While officials await the medical examiner’s report to determine the exact cause of death, the case is currently being investigated as a homicide.

At just 18 years old, Rogieck stood on the threshold of adulthood — a season of life filled with dreams, possibilities, and the promise of a bright future. Eighteen is an age of hope. It is the age when plans begin to take shape, when passions grow stronger, and when a young man starts carving out his place in the world. Though his time here was brief, Rogieck’s life carried meaning, impact, and love.

To his family, he was more than a headline or a name in a report — he was a son, a brother, a nephew, a cousin, and a friend. He was someone whose presence filled rooms, whose laughter echoed in the hearts of those who knew him, and whose absence now leaves a silence that feels impossible to bear. The pain of losing someone so young is a grief unlike any other — it carries unanswered questions, shattered expectations, and an overwhelming sense of “why.”

Friends remember Rogieck as a young man with energy and potential. At 18, life is still unfolding. There are milestones yet to reach, memories yet to be made, and goals yet to accomplish. His story should have continued for decades to come. Instead, those who loved him are left holding onto the memories they shared — the conversations, the smiles, the everyday moments that now mean more than ever.

As this incident remains under investigation, the community waits not only for answers but also for justice. In times like these, communities are reminded of the fragility of life and the importance of looking out for one another. The tragedy of violence does not only affect one family — it ripples outward, touching neighbors, friends, classmates, and an entire city.

Today, we honor Rogieck Cohea not for how he left this world, but for the life he lived while he was here. We honor the love he gave and the love he received. We honor the dreams he carried, even if they were never fully realized. And we stand in solidarity with his family, offering prayers, strength, and comfort during this unimaginably painful time.

May his memory be a blessing. May his name never be forgotten. May justice bring peace. And may Rogieck Cohea rest in eternal peace.

In Loving Memory of Rondale Moore

NEW ALBANY, Ind. — A hometown hero, a gifted athlete, and a young man whose future once seemed limitless, Rondale Moore has tragically passed away at the age of 25.

Authorities in New Albany confirmed that Moore was found deceased in the garage of a property in his hometown. Police have stated that he died of a suspected self-inflicted gunshot wound. The investigation remains ongoing, and the Floyd County Coroner’s Office has confirmed that an autopsy would be conducted.

For many, the news is both heartbreaking and difficult to comprehend. Rondale was more than a professional athlete — he was a symbol of pride for his community and an inspiration to countless young people who saw in him what dedication and talent could achieve.

From his earliest days on the field, his speed, agility, and determination set him apart. His standout college career at Purdue University electrified fans and solidified his reputation as one of the most dynamic playmakers in the country. Game after game, he demonstrated not just skill, but heart — the kind of competitive spirit that turns potential into promise.

That promise carried him into the National Football League, where he began his professional career with the Arizona Cardinals. His early seasons showed flashes of brilliance and confirmed what many already believed: that he belonged on football’s biggest stage. Though injuries in recent training camps brought frustrating setbacks, those who knew him understood that athletes are often defined not just by their triumphs, but by how they confront adversity.

Behind the highlight reels and packed stadiums was a young man navigating the pressures that come with elite competition, public scrutiny, and personal expectations. Professional sports can elevate individuals to extraordinary heights — but they can also carry unseen emotional and mental burdens. Rondale’s passing is a solemn reminder that even the strongest, fastest, and most celebrated among us may be carrying struggles that are not visible to the world.

To his family, he was not simply a wide receiver. He was a son, a relative, a friend — someone whose laughter filled rooms and whose presence brought comfort. To New Albany, he was one of their own. A hometown star who never forgot where he came from. Young athletes in Indiana looked up to him not just for his athletic ability, but for the path he paved from local fields to national arenas.

Today, that community mourns deeply. Teammates, coaches, fans, and childhood friends are left grappling with shock and sorrow. Stadium cheers have been replaced with silence. Social media tributes reflect a collective heartbreak over a life lost far too soon.

In remembering Rondale Moore, may we hold onto the joy he brought to the game, the inspiration he gave to aspiring athletes, and the pride he instilled in his hometown. May his legacy remind us of the importance of compassion, of checking in on one another, and of recognizing that mental health is as vital as physical strength.

If you or someone you know is struggling, help is available. In the United States, you can call or text 988, the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline, to speak with someone 24/7. Reaching out can make a difference.

Rondale’s journey may have ended, but his impact will endure — in record books, in memories, and in the hearts of all who watched him run, leap, and shine.

Rest peacefully. You will not be forgotten.

In Loving Memory of Margaret Hanley

With heavy hearts, family and friends mourn the passing of Margaret Hanley, 72, whose life came to a tragic end in Liberty County. Margaret, a beloved mother, neighbor, and friend, was found deceased near her vehicle on Old Hines Road, bringing a sorrowful close to days of uncertainty after she had been reported missing.

Margaret was the cherished mother of Jomo Thompson, a former cheer coach at the University of Kentucky. To her family, she was far more than a name in a report — she was a guiding light, a steady presence, and a woman whose love knew no limits. Her bond with her son was one of pride and unwavering support, the kind only a devoted mother can give.

A resident of Jacksonville, Margaret lived on Southern Oaks Drive, where neighbors recall her as a familiar and kind presence. When she was last seen on February 4 and later reported missing on February 11, concern spread quickly among those who knew her. Her absence was deeply felt, and hope remained strong that she would be found safe.

According to reports from the Liberty County Sheriff’s Office, her vehicle was located stuck in mud in a rural area of Liberty County, south of Savannah and north of Jacksonville. The vehicle, previously detected in the area days earlier, is now part of an ongoing investigation. Authorities have stated that the circumstances surrounding her passing remain under review.

In moments like these, words often feel inadequate. Margaret’s life cannot be summed up by the circumstances of her death. She lived 72 years filled with memories, experiences, and relationships that shaped the people around her. She was part of a family’s history, a source of wisdom gathered through decades of living, loving, and persevering.

Her passing leaves a space that cannot be filled — at family gatherings, in quiet phone calls, in everyday routines that once included her presence. For her son, for relatives, and for friends, grief now walks alongside cherished memories of her laughter, her strength, and her enduring care.

Communities in both Georgia and Florida now pause to reflect. From Jacksonville to Liberty County, from neighborhood streets to church pews, Margaret’s story has touched many hearts. In the midst of investigation and unanswered questions, what remains certain is that she mattered deeply to those who loved her.

As her family navigates this painful chapter, may they be surrounded by compassion and support. May memories of her kindness and devotion provide comfort in the days ahead. And may Margaret Hanley be remembered not for the tragedy that ended her life, but for the life she lived and the love she gave so freely.

Rest peacefully, Margaret. Your journey here may have ended, but your presence will forever remain in the hearts of those who knew and loved you.

In Loving Memory of Donna McChargue

ELLAVILLE, Ga. — Today, the community of Ellaville reflects on the life and passing of Donna McChargue, former city manager, whose death has left many with heavy hearts and complicated emotions.

Donna was pronounced deceased at her home over the weekend, according to Schley County Coroner’s Office Coroner David Byrd. Her passing comes during a deeply challenging chapter of her life. Just weeks earlier, she had been arrested by the Georgia Bureau of Investigation and charged with multiple counts of theft following an investigation into financial activities involving the city’s accounts. Authorities have stated that the cause of her death remains unknown at this time, though no foul play is suspected.

While recent events brought intense public scrutiny, it is important in moments like these to remember that a life is more than a headline, more than a booking sheet, more than a season of hardship. Donna was a member of this small Georgia community — a place where neighbors know one another by name, where service in local government carries both responsibility and visibility.

She once held a position of trust, working in city leadership and helping oversee the daily operations of local government. That role came with pressure and expectation, and in recent months, her life had become marked by legal proceedings and public attention after the Southwestern Judicial Circuit District Attorney’s Office requested an investigation last October. According to reports, she was arrested on January 20, spent 30 days in the Schley County jail, and had bonded out just days before her passing.

For many, her death brings a mixture of sorrow, unanswered questions, and reflection. Loss has a way of silencing arguments and softening the noise of controversy. It reminds us that behind every investigation is a human being — someone who has family, history, relationships, and private struggles that the world may never fully understand.

Donna’s passing leaves behind loved ones who are grieving not a public figure, but a mother, a relative, a friend. They now face the weight of loss alongside the burden of recent events, and they deserve compassion as they navigate this painful time.

Communities are rarely untouched by hardship. In small towns especially, moments like this ripple through churches, businesses, and homes. They spark conversations about accountability, about grace, about mental and emotional well-being, and about the unseen battles individuals may be fighting.

As the official cause of death remains pending, the focus shifts from courtroom proceedings to remembrance. Whatever the circumstances surrounding the last months of her life, her story has now come to a close far sooner than many expected.

May this moment encourage empathy — for families enduring loss, for communities seeking healing, and for all who carry burdens silently. In remembering Donna McChargue, may there be space not only for facts, but for humanity.

Rest in peace.

In Loving Memory of Henry Williams and Halayna Williams

FERGUSON, Mo. — With profound sadness and heavy hearts, we remember and honor the lives of Henry Williams and his beloved daughter, Halayna Williams, whose lives were tragically taken on February 21, 2026, in the 500 block of North Clay Avenue in Ferguson. Their sudden loss has left an unimaginable void in their family, their community, and the hearts of all who knew them.

Officers responded to a call around 6:15 p.m., where they discovered two victims suffering from gunshot wounds. Despite emergency efforts, both were pronounced dead at the scene. Authorities later identified the victims as retired Berkeley Fire Chief Henry Williams and his 15-year-old daughter, Halayna. Police have stated that the incident appears to be isolated and domestic-related, with no ongoing threat to the public. The investigation remains active.

Today, however, we focus not on the circumstances of their passing, but on the remarkable lives they lived and the legacy they leave behind.

Remembering Henry Williams

Henry Williams was more than a retired fire chief — he was a pillar of strength, courage, and leadership within the St. Louis-area firefighting community. During his years of service, he earned the deep respect of colleagues and residents alike. As Fire Chief in Berkeley, he dedicated his life to protecting others, answering countless calls with bravery and compassion. His commitment to public service reflected not only his professionalism but his character.

Those who served alongside Henry remember a steady presence — a leader who led by example, who inspired confidence in times of crisis, and who mentored younger firefighters with patience and integrity. His career was marked by honor, sacrifice, and a genuine desire to make his community safer.

But beyond his uniform and title, Henry was first and foremost a devoted father. He cherished his family deeply. Friends describe him as a proud dad whose face would light up at the mention of his daughter. His love for Halayna was evident in everything he did.

Remembering Halayna Williams

At just 15 years old, Halayna Williams had a bright future ahead of her. A student-athlete who played basketball, she was known as a dedicated and hardworking young woman. Teammates admired her determination on the court, and classmates appreciated her kindness and friendly spirit.

Teachers and peers describe Halayna as well-liked and respectful — someone who balanced her academic responsibilities with athletics and friendships. She had dreams still unfolding, goals still in progress, and a life filled with potential waiting to be realized.

To her family, Halayna was a source of joy, laughter, and pride. She carried herself with grace and warmth, and she touched many lives in her short time. Her smile, her energy, and her bright personality will never be forgotten.

A Bond That Endures

Henry and Halayna shared a bond that reflected deep love and connection. A father who spent his life protecting others and a daughter who embodied promise and hope — their lives were intertwined in devotion and care. The loss of both at once is a heartbreak that words can scarcely capture.

As the Ferguson and greater St. Louis communities grieve, we stand together in honoring their memory. We remember Henry’s decades of service and leadership. We remember Halayna’s youthful spirit and determination. We remember the love they shared as father and daughter.

May their family find comfort in the outpouring of support from friends, neighbors, and colleagues. May their memories be a source of strength in the difficult days ahead. And may Henry Williams and Halayna Williams rest in eternal peace — forever remembered, forever honored, and forever loved.

In Loving Memory of Santino Gonzalez

KANSAS CITY, Mo. — With heavy hearts and profound sorrow, we remember the life of Santino Gonzalez, a 17-year-old young man whose life was tragically cut short on Saturday night. His passing has left an unimaginable void in the hearts of his family, friends, classmates, and the entire community.

According to updated information released Sunday, Santino was identified as the teenage victim of a shooting that occurred near College Avenue and 49th Street. Officers with the Kansas City Police Department responded to the scene around 10:15 p.m., where they found him shot and unresponsive. He was transported to a nearby hospital, where despite efforts to save him, he later passed away.

The devastating incident also left several others injured. In total, two adult women, two teenage boys, and two teenage girls were shot that evening. While the community prays for healing and recovery for the surviving victims, we pause to honor and reflect on Santino’s life — a life that mattered deeply.

At just 17 years old, Santino stood on the threshold of adulthood, filled with dreams, potential, and promise. He was a son, a friend, a classmate — someone who carried laughter into rooms and left impressions on the hearts of those who knew him. His life was still unfolding, filled with possibilities yet to be realized, milestones yet to be reached, and memories yet to be made.

To his family, Santino was more than a name in a news release. He was cherished. He was loved beyond measure. He represented hope, joy, and the beauty of youth. The pain of losing a child is indescribable, and no words can truly ease the weight of such grief. Yet we stand in solidarity with his loved ones, offering prayers, strength, and compassion during this unbearable time.

To his friends and peers, Santino was part of their everyday lives — someone they laughed with, learned with, and grew alongside. His absence will be felt in classrooms, in neighborhoods, in the quiet spaces where his presence once brought warmth. The shock of such sudden loss leaves many searching for understanding in a moment that feels senseless.

This tragedy serves as a painful reminder of how fragile life can be and how deeply violence impacts not just individuals, but entire communities. Santino’s story is not just about the way he died — it is about the life he lived and the love that surrounded him.

As the investigation continues and the community seeks answers, we choose also to remember Santino for who he was: a young man whose life had meaning, whose smile had value, and whose future deserved the chance to unfold.

May his family find comfort in the outpouring of support. May his friends hold tight to the memories they shared. And may Santino Gonzalez rest in eternal peace, forever remembered, forever missed, and forever loved.

In Loving Memory of a Cherished Mother

With heavy hearts and profound sorrow, we remember the life of a beloved 84-year-old mother whose passing has shaken her family and community in ways words can scarcely capture. What began as confusion and fear has unfolded into a heartbreaking tragedy—one marked not only by loss, but by betrayal and unanswered questions.

She was more than a headline. More than the shocking details now surrounding her death. She was a mother, a grandmother, a friend, and a woman whose life spanned generations. For 84 years, she witnessed history unfold, nurtured her family with devotion, and built a legacy rooted in love, resilience, and quiet strength.

Those who knew her speak of her warmth—the way her eyes would light up at the sight of her children and grandchildren. She carried stories from decades past, sharing wisdom shaped by experience. Her home was once a place of comfort, filled with laughter, conversation, and the familiar rhythms of family life.

Behind closed doors, however, tensions had reportedly been growing. What authorities initially believed to be a kidnapping soon unraveled into a far more disturbing reality. In a shocking turn, her own stepfather, Tommaso Cioni, is now in custody in connection with her death. Investigators allege that a bitter dispute over a will and inheritance may have fueled the tragic events that led to her untimely passing.

While the details of the case continue to emerge, one truth remains unchanged: a family has lost its matriarch. A life that should have been honored with peace and dignity in her later years ended in a way no one could have imagined.

In remembering her, we choose not to let the darkness define her story. Instead, we hold onto the light she brought into the world. We remember her gentle guidance, her sacrifices, and the unconditional love she gave so freely. We remember the strength that carried her through challenges, the grace with which she aged, and the pride she took in her family.

Her passing is a painful reminder of how fragile trust can be, and how quickly lives can be forever altered. But it is also a reminder to cherish our loved ones, to resolve conflicts with compassion, and to honor the bonds that hold families together.

As her family navigates this unimaginable grief, they ask for privacy, prayers, and understanding. May justice be served, may truth prevail, and may her soul find the peace that eluded her in her final days.

Rest in eternal peace.
You were deeply loved. You will be forever remembered.

In Loving Memory of Amarah “Jerica” Banks, Zaniya Ivery & Camaria Banks

The city of Milwaukee is mourning an unimaginable tragedy—the loss of a young mother, Amarah “Jerica” Banks, 26, and her two beautiful daughters, Zaniya Ivery, 5, and Camaria Banks, 4. Their lives were taken far too soon, leaving behind heartbreak that stretches far beyond their family and into the heart of the entire community.

Jerica was more than a name in a headline. She was a mother whose world revolved around her children. Those who knew her describe her as loving, protective, and deeply devoted. She carried both strength and softness—strength in the way she navigated life’s challenges, and softness in the way she loved her babies. Her daughters were her pride and her purpose.

Zaniya, at just five years old, was full of curiosity and imagination. She had a spark in her eyes that hinted at the bright future she deserved. Camaria, only four, carried an innocence and sweetness that melted hearts instantly. Together, the sisters shared laughter, playful energy, and the unbreakable bond only siblings know. Their smiles were reminders of pure joy.

This devastating loss comes at a time already heavy with grief. Just days before their disappearance, Jerica and her family were mourning the passing of her 1-year-old son, Arzel Ivery Jr., who tragically died due to asthma complications. No family should endure such overwhelming sorrow in such a short span of time. What should have been a period of healing became a period of unimaginable pain.

After they were reported missing on February 8, hope lingered as loved ones prayed for their safe return. An Amber Alert was issued on February 15, urging the public to help find Jerica and her daughters. The search, filled with anxiety and desperate prayers, ended in heartbreak when they were discovered in a garage. Authorities later described the case as one of domestic violence, leaving the community grappling not only with grief but also with the painful reality of how such tragedies unfold.

As the investigation continues, the focus remains on honoring the lives that were lost—not defining them by the way they died, but by the love they shared while they lived.

Jerica’s story is a reminder of a mother’s devotion. Zaniya and Camaria’s lives, though brief, were filled with moments of laughter, learning, and love. Their memory will forever echo in the hearts of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and neighbors who cherished them.

In their honor, may we hold our loved ones closer. May we speak up against violence. May we build communities where families feel safe and supported. And may we remember Jerica, Zaniya, and Camaria not only with tears—but with a commitment to compassion, awareness, and change.

Rest peacefully, Jerica.
Rest peacefully, sweet Zaniya and Camaria.

Your lives mattered. Your love mattered. And you will never be forgotten.

In Loving Memory of Ernesto Comilang Sr. Charleston

With heavy hearts and profound sorrow, the family of Ernesto Comilang Sr. announces his peaceful passing. A devoted man of faith, Ernesto’s life was a testament to humility, perseverance, and unwavering trust in God. His journey from the Philippines to the United States was rooted in spiritual devotion and love for his family—a pilgrimage not only across oceans, but of the heart.

Ernesto traveled to the United States with deep hope and gratitude, fulfilling a religious pilgrimage that meant so much to him. Even as illness presented unexpected challenges, he faced every trial with courage and steadfast faith. Those who knew him will always remember the quiet strength in his voice when he prayed, the gentleness in his words, and the calm reassurance he offered during life’s storms.

He was a loving father, a guiding light, and a pillar of strength to his family. Ernesto worked tirelessly in pursuit of a better future, carrying the dreams of his loved ones on his shoulders. Like many who journey far from home, he embraced sacrifice with dignity, believing that hard work and faith would open doors of opportunity. His life reflected the very essence of the American dream—dedication, resilience, and hope—yet his heart always remained deeply connected to his homeland.

Surrounded by loved ones in his final moments, Ernesto departed this world leaving behind a legacy that will endure for generations. His faith in God was the foundation of his life, shaping the compassion he showed to others and the integrity with which he lived. He taught by example—through patience, generosity, and the quiet power of prayer.

Now, his family seeks to honor his final wish: to bring him home to the Philippines for a dignified farewell among relatives, friends, and the community that shaped him. It is their deepest desire that he rest in the land he loved so dearly, embraced once more by the soil of his homeland.

During this painful time, the Comilang family humbly asks for prayers, support, and compassion. Any contribution, no matter how small, will help ease the burden of transporting Ernesto home and ensuring he receives the respectful tribute he deserves. More than anything, they ask for your continued prayers—for comfort, for strength, and for peace.

Though their hearts are broken, they find solace in knowing that Ernesto’s faith has now become sight, and that he rests in the eternal embrace of the Lord he served so faithfully. His love lives on in his children, in every prayer whispered in his memory, and in the countless lives he touched through his kindness.

May his soul rest in eternal peace, and may his memory forever be a blessing.