Kika was a joy to be around. He was smart, a lot of fun and extreme energy. He loved his friends, life in general and me (his Mom). He made sure to tell me how much he cared every day and that was usually followed by a big strong hug. His girlfriend was pregnant when he was murdered. Now his son, who is named Kika also, will never know a father who would have loved him so much and been very proud. He acts much like my son so I know there has to be something with genetics.

Kika’s friends and I still get together every year on Oct. 30 to remember how much we loved Kika and how much he loved us. Kika had friends all over the city and felt like many of them were his best friends. He loved people and loved life. He lived very fast and then he was gone.

Kika also has a brother and a father in Hawaii that miss the love Kika had for them.

The man who stabbed my son did not even know him -- he was just full of anger.

Rest in Peace, Kika