Yes. His face haunts me. So full of beauty, his pure soul blazing through his eyes. We needed him to carry his bright light forward. Now we must carry it for him. His mother’s dignity in grief a testament to love. Run with Ahmaud.
Yes. His face haunts me. So full of beauty, his pure soul blazing through his eyes.
We needed him to carry his bright light forward. Now we must carry it for him.
His mother’s dignity in grief a testament to love.
Run with Ahmaud.
Diane, I hit the "like" button, but that action means so much more. No words can say it, but you have used words well.
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Yes. His face haunts me. So full of beauty, his pure soul blazing through his eyes.
We needed him to carry his bright light forward. Now we must carry it for him.
His mother’s dignity in grief a testament to love.
Run with Ahmaud.
Diane, I hit the "like" button, but that action means so much more. No words can say it, but you have used words well.