This story is what started my “history” with (P)BB.net. I became a reader after this baby died and years later would begin to write for this site. It’s taken me all these years to be able to write about little Angela Coleman. But with what would have been her 6th birthday coming up in about a week, I’ve finally found myself really wanting to write her story.
See, I knew baby Angela. And I knew her mom, Z. Z and I worked in the same building, she was a security guard here at my company. I was at work when Z got the news that her 13-month old baby girl was being rushed to the ER. I was at work the next day when the news spread that little Angela had died at the hand’s of Z’s boyfriend. I went to Angela’s funeral and saw her tiny casket and the pain in her family’s eyes. I saw her mother, my friend, in more pain than I’ve ever seen another human being in my life. Her death changed my life forever. Her mother’s pain and to see her brothers in suits at her funeral is a memory that I will never be rid of.
Z’s boyfriend, Tywon Renwick, is who killed baby Angela – while Z was at work. Typical story here at BB, huh? We’ve heard it a thousand times. We get “trolls” coming here to tell us that we’ve got it all wrong, that their beloved brother, sister, wife, husband, lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, son, daughter, friend could never do such things. That we have our facts wrong and we believe too much media hype. Well, I know this story firsthand and I’ve gotten more details from my friend Z so that no one can ever say those things about this story. I am writing this story with her permission.
Z was at work that fateful day in January 2006. Her boyfriend, Tywon was watching her little girl. I don’t know if he was employed or not. I do know that Z trusted her only girl to this man, as he loved her as his own. I know that Z never saw any signs of abuse towards Angela and that him hurting her that day came completely out of the blue. If you research this story online, you’ll see that there is mention that little Angela had suffered a previous leg fracture and Z was investigated. She was never removed from her home and doctor’s found this injury consistent with her jumping up and down in a bouncer and landing incorrectly on her leg, causing the injury.
When EMT responded to Tywon’s 911 call, he claimed that Angela had fallen off of the bed and hit the floor. Boy if I had a dollar…. He obviously has the same excuse handbook that all the other murdering motherfucking boyfriends have that we’ve all read about. But, just like all our other stories, we know that those pesky doctors and Medical Examiners can see through the bullshit. Angela died of blunt force trauma to the head that was consistent with her being beaten in the head. Tywon was promptly arrested and charged with murder. He did eventually admit to what he did. He’s serving a 25 years to life sentence in Maryland. I sincerely hope from the bottom of my soul that he never sees the light of day again or knows what freedom and happiness feel like.
Z still suffers daily, missing her only girl. She’s got 3 sons that still ask where their sister is. Z has gone to counseling and she says its helped a little. She especially misses her during the holidays and the pain becomes unbearable around Angela’s birthday. But she’s trying to deal with it the best she can. To quote Z, “Angela may be gone, but she will never be forgotten”.
Unearthing Angela’s story has made me so sad, all over again. I remember Z’s pregnancy and her excitement she she found out she was finally having a girl. Z is a tiny little thing, and she carried this big belly around with her like a champ. I brought her some leftover baby clothes from when my daughter was born, to help her out. I remember meeting Z’s beautiful little boys and how incredibly sweet and well-mannered they were. And how much they loved their baby sister. When I met Angela, I fell in love. She was the cutest and sweetest little thing.
My heart will always belong to Angela and Z in some way. I’ve never personally known a baby to die and certainly never thought I’d go to the funeral of a 13-month old. They are forever etched in my thoughts.
RIP Angela, you will never be forgotten.
Thank you all for allowing me to write and reading this incredibly personal story.