Here's John's sister, Jocelyn.

It's been 35 years since a family member picked me up from high school and told me as we drove to the airport that my brother John was dead.

I immediately went silent and started crying.

When we got to the airport, it was to hug my mom through the tears before she got on a plane to fly to New Haven.

All I could think was that my big brother wasn't in the world anymore.

That moment left an indelible mark on my perception of the world.

That moment was the beginning of my instinct to never stop seeking for justice, to never let the people who did this think they got away with murder.

In the years since she lost her big brother, Joslyn has experienced heavy grief and heartache intertwined with powerful moments of connection and healing.