Amy Spurlock didn’t cry, at least not that afternoon.
It was the week before Christmas, and she stood on Northwest 20th Street in Fort Worth’s north side looking at a wooden cross that marked where her 20-year-old son, Crawford Blake Bullock, had died almost exactly a year ago.
In the December chill, Spurlock watched her son’s friends from a church group in Midland, where Bullock grew up, decorate the cross with photos and mementos from a life cut short. Among the items was a light-up snow globe, the kind Spurlock said she would give her son at the holidays.
Spurlock reminisced about Bullock and laughed with his friends, but underneath the stoicism and occasional smiles raged an undercurrent of grief, anger and frustration fueled by questions about what happened the night her son was hit by a Fort Worth police vehicle after an altercation with his girlfriend and her mother…