Alex’s parents, Michael and Susan, were left to piece together their son’s final moments like strangers reading about a disaster overseas. An ICU nurse who cared for veterans, Alex had built a life around tending to the wounded and vulnerable. Yet when he became the one lying in the street, pinned beneath federal agents and riddled with bullets, the system he served offered his family only silence and conflicting statements. No knock on the door. No chaplain. Just a news inquiry and a morgue confirmation.
In the days since, his parents, his ex‑wife, and a stunned community have tried to reclaim his story from official narratives that paint him as a violent threat. They insist he died protecting a woman, not attacking officers. Their grief has hardened into a demand: that the videos be believed, that investigators be allowed to work, and that the government at least have the decency to tell a family when it has taken their son.
