To the parents of these two young men:
Eric Glover and Terrence Rankins
My heart was grieved as I read the happenings of your sons.
There are simply NO words to accurately describe your feelings, I’m sure.
I cried when I read about your loss. I reeled in a pain that was not my own. I didn’t understand how this could happen.
I asked God Why!?
Hurt. Despair. Disbelief. Anger. Confusion.
I wondered if you might have felt you were in a terrible dream.
There are no answers to some of the questions you might be having, no consoling to the pain you must surely be feeling.
If you should read this, KNOW that I am praying for you. Know that even though I could never understand how you must feel, my heart is broken for you. The realization is, this could happen to anyone, there are too many sick people in this world and at times it feels we’re playing Russian Roulette.
It’s hard to let our children go to school, out to play, or down to the grocery store without wondering about their safety. When they grow up, it seems a bit easier to let go, but in the back of my mind I still worry about them. I’m sure you did too.
This IS NOT YOUR FAULT. Not for any reason. I’m not a Dr. or anyone with any degree. I have seen marriages and families fall apart because of death. I don’t want that for you.
You are strong. It just doesn’t feel that way right now.
I have never lost a child to murder. I can’t stand in your shoes.
Years ago I lost a close cousin to a senseless and incredibly brutal murder. I’m sure it doesn’t compare to your loss.
Well, more than anything, I want to let you know that though I have never gone through anything as horrific as you are going through, my heart is hurting for you. I am praying for your strength to come when needed.
I wish there were something I could do to help your hurt go away, I know this isn’t much help, as it can never bring back your baby’s but know this: there are people like myself that are praying for you in your deepest hurt. You are not alone.
A little about ‘US’, this family, this tribe.