How can she bear to fold his Levis, one last time? What to do with the Adidas he got for his birthday now? Now that he has been gunned down by a stranger.
It is hard sometimes to fold my oldest son’s laundry, and he’s still alive. I pray he will outlive me. I pray for all of them in their hoodies and sagging pants with their boxers sticking out the top. They all want to be famous, but not for this.
And what of George Zimmerman’s mom? Raising her son Catholic, to grow up and murder an innocent child. How can she go on?
I hope there is at least a small measure of consolation for Trayvon’s mom that millions are outraged, millions are marching and speaking out. And that countless other mothers like myself are grieving with her for Trayvon, and for our own sons and daughters and the world they’re inheriting.