As a mother and a grandmother, my heart breaks for the parnets of Trayvon Martin.
I remember when I hear Trayvon was carrying a bottle off ice tea and a bag of Skittles, my mind flashed back; my son Aries loved Skittles as a child. In another place and time, Trayvon could have well been my son.
In our anger and our pain, let each person who reads this blog, remember to lift this family in their prayers or have good thoughts.
I believe just knowing that there are people of good will, from all colours and backgrounds that are praying for justice for their son, for this wrong to be right. It wouldn't bring Trayvon, but they will rest easier knowing their son's crys didn't go unanswered.
I remember when I hear Trayvon was carrying a bottle off ice tea and a bag of Skittles, my mind flashed back; my son Aries loved Skittles as a child. In another place and time, Trayvon could have well been my son.
In our anger and our pain, let each person who reads this blog, remember to lift this family in their prayers or have good thoughts.
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