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Today I went to Costco and the woman in front of me was speaking to the cashier and I heard her say, “I am praying for you. I am praying for justice.”
The cashier was shaking and visibly not ok. She could barely stand.
The cashier was shaking and visibly not ok. She could barely stand.
I couldn’t not ask so I did.
“My son was murdered. I feel dead.”
I won’t go into the rest of the conversation- but I shared she was not alone. She asked for a break from her manager and they found a cover for her. We stepped aside and spoke for awhile. we exchanged #s + hugs.
“My son was murdered. I feel dead.”
I won’t go into the rest of the conversation- but I shared she was not alone. She asked for a break from her manager and they found a cover for her. We stepped aside and spoke for awhile. we exchanged #s + hugs.
I went to Costco for a break and found a woman in the same situation as me. But quite different. No flag at half mast. No teddy bears. No national outcry. A representation of the families impacted by gun violence the media largely ignores.
Gun violence is everywhere everyday.
I am home now.
We should all be able to get home.
We should all be able to get home.
I also will one day go back and thank her manager.
Because sometimes families don’t event get bereavement leave or small breaks for human moments.
Because sometimes families don’t event get bereavement leave or small breaks for human moments.
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