I can only imagine the absolute horror of losing a child and never want to personally experience it. I’ve heard from parents who have and they share that as time passes, you begin reflecting on your child’s life. They have found some semblance of “peace” by their absence and replace heartbreaking tears with beautiful smiles.
Whether losing a child to a devastating disease, suicide, accident, natural causes or murder, the journey to peace is the great differentiator. However, for mothers of Black & Brown children unjustly killed at the hands of police, how do you experience the journey to peace BEFORE the next injustice for another mother? I stand with mothers who can’t arrive at that peace because we are MOM(S) of BOTH .