Since that tragic day that I lost my daughter to senseless gun violence on Mother’s Day 2006, I’ve made it my business to keep her memory and celebrate her life — not the way she died.
It’s been a long and lonely road. But, the fact that many have now joined a club that no one wants to be a part of has given me hope that one day all this violence will cease to hurt more. Many more people are now rising up and speaking out about the issue that is robbing us of our younger generation. I enjoyed being part of the Wear Orange event that happens every year in New York City, over the Brooklyn Bridge, ever since 2014, where people from everywhere come together to honor the memories of their loved ones. And many more are now joining in to take back their streets and communities. And in the hope that one day this issue will end and we will find peace and harmony in the lives of many.