A Mother’s Cry
Just imagine it’s a late Friday night and you’re getting home from work and as you walk inside of the house you look your son in the eyes, then you tell him goodbye, (the last goodbyes)
It’s about 10:00 pm when he goes outside to go kick it and hang out with his friends, that he’s always with. Then three hours go by and you’re comfortable at home doing your daily routines when you get off. Next out of nowhere you get an expected phone call from your son’s closest friend. “Hello, he says.” You reply back and say the same thing. “Sorry Miss but your son got shot and died.”
With hearing that you know your son is not coming back and he’s completely gone, how would you respond? What type of thoughts would roll through your mind as you start to realize that your child is permanently gone and that they will never be able to come back? What a heartbreaking moment to be a part of the right.
We can just imagine there’s so many mothers out here in Baltimore who have to face that call of death, with just last year we’ve reached 352 murders. How would you handle the moment if the script were flipped on you?
My aunt lost her son recently and I can tell by the pain in her eyes that it is a challenging experience, because she loved him so much and he loved her so much that it broke her spirits. Every time I look at her eyes, I can see the hurt and the emotional pain that she carries with her.
Seeing her face at the funeral and the way she cried when her son was in that casket almost broke me. That horrific cry after just hearing the sad news of your son getting killed is just sad & heart breaking. A cry that is felt with anger, pain, questions, doubt, and grief.
The pain of death affects you harder when it is your own son that is murdered. When a guy decides to risk it all and pulls the trigger of a gun to intentionally kill somebody, The bullet from the gun digs a deeper root that travels severely in ways that a shooter will never know.
How? Because they just killing the person but they’re killings mothers, families, someone’s dad; emotionally!
I watched so many mothers, weep, cry, and mourn for days because of early deaths. Losing a child would have you thinking about all the what-ifs.
“What if I was there more, what if he would have just listened to me, what if I could’ve been a better parent.” So much pain and anger lie in each teardrop as a mother mourns over their lost one, with the hope that their happiness can be restored all again. “After every storm comes rainbows, pain doesn’t last forever for it is only temporary.”
Wrote and published by Isaiah Young.
