Dear Universe,
It happened in my city. My beloved home state of Missouri.
Right down quite a few blocks and around a corner or two, it happened.
The amount of fear and rage that circulated through me felt like a time warp.
I felt helpless and did the only thing I knew to do.
I hurriedly jumped up and peeped in at my young child, nestled on the carpeted floor playing with his treasured stuffed animals, Mickey Mouse leading the football play and Baby Hulk following through with a touchdown to win todays “Stuffed Super Bowl.”
My child, happy, thankful, and relaxed that the school day has concluded relishes in many smiles and giggles.
Much like yourself Ralph, my child has a zest for life. His eyes twinkle like yours when something is intriguing, he tries his best at his academics and as you know 3rd grade was no easy task.
He genuinely loves those around him and tries everyday to be better.
I see my son in you and you in him.
I hugged him tighter that night and the next night and the next. I told him I loved him repeatedly because I truly didn’t have any additional words that would have made an impact other than that.
I love you as well Ralph. You are the Son of suns, the forest moon and the abundant stars of Faith that aligned with you that day.
Within this realm, you have a covering over you that is extraordinary. You are peace.
I am thankful for your bravery, your continuing strength even when it hurts, and the power you hold inside of your soul. Never lose your zest for life, never give up on your goals, never be afraid to be afraid and always ask for help even in this world. Your needed.

As a Mother of a Beautiful Black Son, to ALL the amazing Sons out there I LOVE You. Life is never supposed to hurt like that. My prayers will continue to warm God’s ears that things like this and other unruly inhumane matters of the world will cease and we band together for positive change and genuine love, support and happiness within each other.

P.S ….. Son, my door will always be open.