I don't understand.
My son's friend is dead at 30 years old. Killed by a bullet that as my son put it: "wasn't meant for him".
So much life left to live.
So much hope.
Now so much pain, anger and disbelief.
As a parent of a black child, teenager and young man you live in fear of this day.
Well, this day is here for Justin's mom.
I just don't understand. Do. Not. Understand.
This was a young man with so much promise.
This was a young man who read the newspaper EVERYDAY when he was in high school. Smart. Kind. Happy. Always smiling.
This was a young man whose life was cut short and it doesn't make sense.
How and when do I tell my son and his friends that they need Black Folders too??? Good Grief.
Rest in Peace Justin. Rest in Peace.