I don’t know where to begin. I will start on a day that changed my life forever. On October 16, 2016, I lost my only son, Lewis Puryear Jr., to gun violence. On this particular night, Lewis was outside a house party at 4:00 a.m., when gunfire broke out. I was awakened by a phone call from my daughter. My daughter and I rushed to where the party was held, only to find out that that my son had indeed been shot. He was lying on the ground, dead from a single gunshot wound to the head. I don’t think I will ever get over losing my son so tragically. It’s been three years, and I still cry often, mainly from missing him. I have a grandson, Lewis III, whom I love with all my heart. My grandson keeps me going, along with my other children. It would be easy for me to crawl in a hole and die, but God has blessed me to be a blessing to others. If my story can help someone who is grieving the loss of a child, then I guess I am doing the right thing.