Living after my son, Tyrone Lawson, was taken by senseless gun violence is forever embedded in my mind, body and soul. My holidays are less joyful and meaningful. The activities that I took for granted have so much pain and heartache. The family reunions, birth of a baby, graduation, birthdays, all remind me of what I have lost and will never return.
The daily ritual between me and Tyrone will always bring tears to my eyes. A kiss on the forehead, the words “I love you” and “be careful” can no longer be shared by us.