In the depths of my heart, there's a pain that's hard to put into words—a weight that comes from losing my nephew. But I carry more than just the sorrow; I take on a mission to prove that his life had meaning and that change is here. It's not always easy, though. People doubt, question, and challenge my belief that things are different now.

Stepping into the sacred embrace of the memorial today, my heart was drawn to a scene that resonated deeply with the intricate tapestry of human emotion and connection

Today was a day that touched my heart deeply and reminded me of the profound strength that resides within the human spirit. As I stood by the memorial, a gentle breeze carried the whispers of a truly remarkable family who had journeyed from the idyllic shores of Hawaii.

I navigate the hallowed grounds of George Floyd Square, I am granted the privilege of crossing paths with a diverse multitude of people.

It's like traveling through a forest with hidden turns and turns while you're deep in the book-writing process.