On August 30, 2013, my son, Addae Shomari Gibbs, was murdered in cold blood on a street in Brooklyn, New York. He was shot multiple times. The shot that killed him was the one to his head. So far, the 77th Precinct is treating his case like an unsolved murder.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of my son. I miss him dearly. His laugh was contagious, and so was his smile. Holidays depress me, especially Thanksgiving and Halloween — those were his favorites. I feel I need to speak out and share my story with other mothers who are at the same crossroads as myself. I am ready to take a stand against gun violence. It would help me greatly in my healing process.