07/23/2026
Are You Safe When You Die?
Imagine this for a moment.
It’s Christmas. Or a holiday. Or a special family dinner.
Your loved ones are sitting around the table, laughing, sharing stories…
Now imagine that same moment suddenly ending.
Police arrive. Your loved one is gone.
Let me ask you something.
Do you trust the system that steps in after death?
Do you trust law enforcement to do a real investigation?
Do you trust the medical examiner or coroner to speak with the family, gather medical history, ask hard questions, and perform a full and honest autopsy?
Do you trust that your loved one’s body is truly safe in their care?
Are you safe… when you die?
Most of us assume the answer is yes.
I did too.
I sat in a hospital waiting room, waiting for test results, terrified I might be told my son was brain-dead and I would have to make the most unbearable decision a parent could ever face.
And in that moment, I had faith.
I believed law enforcement was investigating my son’s shooting.
I believed the medical examiner would do a thorough and truthful examination.
But no one came.
No officer spoke to me.
No investigator asked me a single question.
No medical examiner contacted our family.
I waited.
And I waited.
Later, I learned the autopsy report even listed my son’s hight incorrectly.
He was written down as 5.8 he was 6.2
Did anyone really look at him?
Did anyone gather his medical records?
Did anyone speak to his family?
There was no real investigation.
No detective.
Nothing.
In Corpus Christi, the Corpus Christi Police Department sends a patrol officer to determine what a death is.
That officer—someone whose job is normally traffic stops and routine calls—decides whether your death is natural, accidental, a su***de, or a homicide.
A detective is only called if that patrol officer believes it is a homicide.
That is not how justice should work.
I went to the governor.
I went to the attorney general.
I went to the Texas Rangers.
I went to my mayor.
I went to my representatives.
I was ignored.
I was redirected.
I was told it was someone else’s responsibility.
And Paulette Guajardo told me how awful it was—but it was election time, and nothing was done.
As I fight for my son, I am discovering that families across the United States are facing the same failures.
So I ask you again:
Are you safe when you die?
Is your body safe?
Is your family guaranteed a real, honest, and accountable investigation?
Or are we trusting a system that too often looks the other way?
Because my son was not safe.
And until this changes…
none of us truly are.
