There are so many things that I miss about Samaad….
His smile, his hugs (even though as he was getting older we didn’t hug much), watching him play ball, watching him grow older, and seeing his life change right in front of my eyes. You never know when “The Time” will come. I never thought about NOT having another day with him. I’m not saying I thought he would live forever, I’m saying that I never thought about him leaving me so soon. Just like THAT! Here one minute, gone the NEXT!

I cry a lot about not being able to save him. Why couldn’t I save him from death? Why couldn’t I save him from the inevitable? That part depresses me and I cry often about it. That part hurts me the most…

Someone selfish took his life. My sister friend Michele told me that this morning. That’s something I have to continue to say to myself. Not only someone, but 5 someones took his life. And for WHAT? NOTHING! At the end of the day.

So many lives were lost in this situation. And for what? HATRED? I’m starting to believe that a person who makes the decision to take someone else’s life does so because of the HATRED for themselves. How else can I make sense of this? Today I can’t, and most days I won’t; but today Samaad is on my mind. All of what he can’t accomplish because someone selfishly took his life.
My son lost his life because…