1.Dear parents of the school shooting today (and to those in the future.)

Do whatever helps you.

If screaming your head off helps, do it.
If punching a wall helps, do it.
If staying in bed all day helps, do it.

Do whatever gets you through one second to the next. 2.Hopefully you have friends and family that can run off media. Although they will help you in the long run, not all media cares. Some just want to be the one to break the story. You will meet great ones eventually, but your story is yours to tell, when you feel its time.

I'm about to be as open, raw, and real as I can be. Since losing Uzi on May 24th, I am not the same person. I daily fight all 5 stages of grief simultaneously. Unless you've lived it, you'll never expect that denial and acceptance can coexist. I wake up every morning hoping this is a dream. That it's May 23rd and I'm just going off to work like every other day and when I get home all of my children will be there. I accept that that is not the case. That my life is forever going to have a void that I can not fill. I'm depressed and angry concurrently

1. I have been getting the question "Who's Uzi" on all my social media platforms since I posted my last video. It's weird how these childrens names have already been starting to get forgotten in less than a year. But I will be glad to remind everybody who Uzi is. 2. Uzi is my forever 10 year old son whose life was robbed from him on May 24'th 2022 at Robb Elementary in Uvalde Texas.

Uzi was a beacon of light, who brought joy into every room he entered.

Uzi was the one who would put a smile on your face even on the darkest of days.

I'd like to address something. Something that is extremely frivolous in the grand scheme of things, yet something people keep trying to bring up. No, Uzi was not my biological child. Biologically he was my nephew on my wifes side. But he was my son, I was raising him. I love him as I do with my other children. In fact, out of my 6 kids, only one is "biologically" mine. But ask them who dad is. Ask them who taught them values and morals. Who tuck them in bed. Who is their #1 fan and supporter. Me and Mom.

Today is not a good day. I can't stop crying. I hurt so fucking bad. I try so damn hard to not fall apart but every day it gets harder. I push my feelings down and put on a mask. I'm not just the pissed off dad. I'm the broken dad. The dad that is in excruciating pain because Uzi's gone. The dad that hates waking up because it's another day to face this agonizing truth. I fucking hate it. My soul, my whole being, died with Uzi, and I will never be the person I once was, ever again. My closest friends are others who lost their children, they know

I wake up every morning with a deep seated fear and anxiety. What shooting am I going to wake up to? Are my kids going to make it back home today. What can I do today to try and make this nation a safer place for people. Today we have a commisioners meeting. One of the county commisioners was acting police chief and was there while Uzi was slaughtered with his classmates. We have to actively see this man, who was allowed to retire before being fired from the police force.

Got this on Instagram….You’re right. I didn’t. And I regret that with every waking moment, because I didn’t do all that I could to help prevent these things. I was ignorant. It couldn’t happen to me…until it did. You’re right…I didn’t remember any of the victims names before my son was. But I do now. And I’ve personally reached out and have apologized to several victims parents from each mass shooting. @manueloliver00 @KimsMom3 @MamaRedfield to name just a few.

A thread on the last two days:

Yesterday, @DadePhelan came down to Uvalde. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to make the meeting in person, but I was fortunate to be able to FaceTime in. After talking in circles I finally got him to answer the main question….. Does he support moving the age limit to 21. To which he said, to no surprise, that he does not support it. He blames it all on mental health, and then goes on to tell us that we don’t have the funds, nor does anyone want to work in Texas as psychiatrists. Continually making

1/This goes to show what our families and supporters have been saying since the beginning.
1. Officers knew…They fucking KNEW that there were dead and dying children in the classroom and they did absolutely nothing to help and/or protect them.

https://twitter.com/shimonpro/status/1592322824039170048

2/ We’ve heard it out of their mouths that they were afraid of getting shot. You know, one of the hazards of their profession that they know about before taking the job. That’s like me climbing my wind turbines and then refusing to work on any electrical because I could get

Your child is murdered. Your community cries. Support comes in from all over the world. Your community claims they’re UvaldeStrong. Baseball and basketball games, free events, bikes, parks. Your community relishes it.
You fight for accountability. Your community goes quiet. You fight for transparency. Your community tells you to shut up.
You fight for your son, his classmates and every other child to make sure they grow up. Your community votes in a man with blood on his hands that could have prevented this tragedy in the wake of the last one.

It’s been 5 months since the unthinkable happened. 5 months since since my boy walked out of the front door, jumped on the bus, went to school and never returned. 5 months of a pain that is incomparable if you haven’t experienced it for yourself. 5 months since my family and my life changed for the absolute worst. 5 months of could of should of would ofs. 5 months of fucking nightmares that don’t end when you wake up, yet are exacerbated when reality sets in, in the first few moments you wipe the sleep from your eyes. 5 months of seeing my kids hurt

This time, four months ago, It was a normal day. I was at my office getting a booklet made for each of my coworkers that would show their growth in their skills to help get them raises. 2 hours from then, I’d get a call that would shatter my world. My wife called, screaming “There’s a shooter at Uzi’s school.” I told my lead I had to go as I was running to my car. As I hauled ass towards the school, I got another call. “He’s in the fourth grade hallway, and I can’t get ahold of Uzi!” The shots rang through my phone as my wife was telling me this.

@GregAbbott_TX Hey buddy, remember me? I’m the father of a Uvalde Victim (I know, you don’t know any of their names “off the top of your head”) I had the honor of calling your ass out yesterday, outside your lovely tax payer funded mansion and on the steps of our gorgeous Capital!! I wanted to let you know that I guess we just missed each other, while you’re campaigning your bullshit and refusing to call a special session to move the age to 21 to buy an assault rifle….You know, the kind that murdered my son and his 18 classmates and two teachers.