We must come together to end drug violence
Seventeen years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. With his deep blue eyes and curly blonde hair, he looked like an angel.
I had him at a time when I was struggling with life. That night, alone in my hospital bed, I snuggled him close to me and told him that life isn’t always easy, but know that we have each other and together, we will be fine.
I watched him grow and he was my sunshine. In fact, that was our song. He was so smart, so friendly, so loving and he had the biggest heart. He loved his friends, his family and could not tolerate anyone being mistreated, especially elderly, kids, or animals. He would not let anyone be in a bad mood if he was around.
He started having trouble in school as he got older, I was told to put him on ADHD medication and when his teens hit, I had a lot of trouble with him due to his class clown, footloose attitude. All the counseling, the constant lectures by me and others he respected were never taken seriously.
One thing he did take seriously was his faith and he asked to be baptized a few years back. Praise God for that. Despite his behavior issues, he was still my sweet funny boy and I never gave up that he’d grow up and be a special man.
Then a few months ago, I learned he was going to be a dad and I was very upset cause I saw it as putting more obstacles in his path! In spite of our disagreements, we still took time to hug and tell each other how much we loved each other all the time.