Three

The stale air of the evening of October 12th will remain as an unwanted sentiment to a great number of people. What was supposed to be a happy party turned into a nightmare for a grieving family.

She just wanted to play outside with her friends, not be lured away with candy by a sick soul that didnt have the love of GOD in his heart. Unfortunately, now this 3 year old is lost, only to be found again 10 days later in the most unthinkable of places.

Kamille “cupcake” McKinney, im sorry babygirl. So many dropped the ball and because of that you had an all to early transition to heaven.

I do this all the time, go in the store, grab a few snacks, then go back home. So why did this October 23 evening have to be any different than any other evenings. Will someone please tell me why this time had to be so different? Why did I have to be forced into my own car, why did you turn my smile to a frown, why did you put so much fear in my heart and all I had was joy. Now I’m gone, and no one will find me for a whole month. What I used to be, is now simply shattered bones that lay unscathed in the woods for those who care about me to have to put the pieces of this puzzle together and match my DNA to confirm that it’s me. Aniah Blanchard, You only had 19 years here, and again I’m sorry. Yet again so many people dropped the ball and because of that you had an early transition to Heaven.

Such a short ride for a fearless respectable leader. Short hellos behind the glass doors of the crowded convenience store. 10 steps away from my routine justice of peace actions. All was well so I thought then suddenly a pop and blackness appears. What did I do? Nothing that I normally don’t do. I performed my civic duty, followed all the rules, But it just happened. Now I’m standing over looking at this chaotic mess. Why? I ask, was it that hard for you to hear the superiority of a strong, black, law abiding, justice serving man give you an order that you refuse to obey. I guess it was. Now for that reason so many will forever be hurt. “Big John” Williams the ball was dropped and for that reason you have now transitioned to your resting place in heaven.

Three long months, three lost souls, Three generations, one state of shock. My dear Alabama we have suffered so much in the last few months. Though you may not have known these souls personally, you grew to know these souls spiritually. There is not enough love being spread to overshadow the amount of hate that’s being given out on a daily. When will it stop?; probably never. When will we become the role models for the future adults to see?; probably won’t. When will it change?; when we walk through the paradise of heaven. When will the hope for these things settle in our minds and our hearts?, now.

It starts with us. Although their journeys have ended, their families journeys have just begun. Uplift each of these families in prayer, the road ahead will be a trying time, moments of doubt, moments of anger, moments of hatred, moments of sadness. Pray for justice to be served, pray for change, pray for each other. Pray!