Its all for sh*ts + gigs

Greyson Martin Kessler was a healthy and happy little boy. His blond hair and infectious laugh (giggle) made him a joy to be around. He was silly, loved singing songs, loved Daniel Tiger, and watched YouTube videos. Whether we were sliding down waterslides or building pillow forts in the living room, we always had a blast. Greyson loved school, his friends, his gamma, and his mommy. He loved ice cream, chocolate, chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, and even salami. Greyson also loved Frozen and Elsa and would often dance like her and show his powers. Greyson had a wild imagination. He collected rocks and sticks and created a little world of magic. Gigs was smart as a whip. He was doing math at just 4! Gigs also loved orcas, and his last big trip was to Orlando's SeaWorld. Greyson was pure sunshine. He was fearless. He was happy.

A note from Greyson's Mom: Greyson Kessler was four years old when his own father murdered him during his court-ordered parenting time in the midst of a 'high-conflict custody battle in Fort Lauderdale. I was a single mom from the very beginning. Greyson's father wanted nothing to do with us until he filed a paternity case when Greyson was six months old, for which he was instantly awarded 50% joint- custody. I was in an ongoing battle to protect my son despite years of evidence, including threats, degrading texts, violation of signed agreements, refusal to pay for school and activities, refusal to agree on anything, and then finally, cyberstalking and tracking devices on my car. and then a petition for a domestic violence injunction the day before Greyson was killed, which was denied. I also begged for an emergency pick-up order when Greyson was missing from school for two days, and that was also denied. The day before Greyson was murdered, I went down to the courthouse to file a domestic violence injunction. Two hours after filing, the injunction was denied stating not enough evidence was provided even though I wrote in BIG letters; I fear for my life, my boyfriends' life, and most of all, my son's life. I also attached 250 pages of documents and texts with threats and erratic behavior. I also tried to get an emergency pick-up order because Grey was missing from school for two days, which was also denied. I then brought my car to a body shop, where they found a tracker on my car. I immediately brought the tracker to the Plantation Police Dept. and filed a claim. The morning my son was found dead, I called the police three times during the course of the day to get wellness checks because he was still not in school. I called Broward Sheriff's Office, Child Protective Services, and Ft. Lauderdale Police; nobody would help me, stating the child was with his parent. That night I hired a locksmith to break down the door and coordinated the police to be there, and they found Greyson and his father dead with gunshots to their heads. Despite four years of trying to get protection, I was failed by multiple lawyers, mediators, custody evaluators, and three judges.