I am saddened and shocked to hear of the events in New Orleans last night.
Another voice silenced.
Another conversation ended.
A husband gone.
A daddy will miss his children’s life. Their future.
And they him. Every day. Every night. Every moment.
Violence begins when conversation ends.
The first shot fired by the first to run out of ideas.
Let’s talk to one another.
Maybe then we won’t be so fast to pull a trigger.
I didn’t know you, Will. But I miss you already.