Truth is, I don’t even want to write about it.
The only thing I think have the strength to do at this point is mourn, pray and take sometime to put some of the pieces in my life, and the lives of those affected by this, back together.
I don’t think I’ve ever had to be so strong in my life–at least not in that capacity…not when you have to console a mother in mourning.
Neriah was the very reason that her mother, Mileena, and I first met in May of this year; I’d gone to her school, Germantown High, to speak to their young women.
Mileena approached me after I shared my life story. She looked me in my eye, introduced herself and then all of her worries, fears and feelings of despair came flooding out. She was pregnant with twins–one of which would come to be Neriah (the other had already passed in her womb)– and she also had a one-year-old daughter, Miracle, who had a serious health condition. To top it all off, she had recently been kicked out of the place she was staying at. I looked her in her eyes, told her everything was going to be okay and that we would figure it all out… together.
That’s how the #Love4Mileena journey began.
That journey has taken us on one hell of a ride.