My brother, Melvin Worix, was in the prime of his life when he was murdered October 6, 2010.
He broke up a fight between two men who lived in his apartment complex, which resulted in the deaths of all three. I know what grief feels like, and I don’t wish this on any enemy I could possibly have.
Today I grieve while challenging myself to live purposefully, never forgetting those who have been gunned down. I believe that God puts me in places with opportunity and also knows my grief. When he placed me at a neighborhood park to connect with Moms Demand Action, he showed up and showed out and gave me a voice to honor Melvin and so many others.