Malik Webber cherished to devour. Chicken. Chitlins. Spaghetti. Dressing. He used to be social, with plenty of pals, at all times a grin on his face. These are the issues Angie Graves recalls maximum about him. Graves, 48, knew Webber since he used to be a child. He lived a couple of homes down from her on a North Lawndale block the place everyone is aware of everyone, and youngsters line up to shop for snow cones. Webber died by means of suicide in March. He used to be 21. “You still ask yourself why,” says Graves, who took in Webber when he used to be a youngster and calls him her son. She doesn’t know why Webber