Zavier was my cousin, and he was only 14 years old and had his whole life ahead of him when his life was taken. That bullet not only took his life but also shattered so many others. He was the youngest of three. He was going into his first year of high school. Not one person that knew him ever had anything bad to say about him. Everyone considered him a friend because that’s how he treated others. His smile lit up his whole face and was very contagious. He would help out those less fortunate when he could. Because of an unsecured firearm, Zavier’s family and friends no longer get to see him grow up, get married, drive a car, graduate, go to college and become the person he should have been able to become. An empty chair sits at our holidays where he should be. He mattered. His life, and the loss of it, matters. I miss him so much. Zavier is always and forever loved, and I hope to keep his memory alive by sharing his name, his picture and how he impacted the world around him.