My Nephew, RIP
Saturday, August 01, 2009
I woke up this morning tired after spending yesterday sightseeing in Washington, DC, and as I began to plan my day, the phone rang. Who could be calling this early? My brother's deep voice sounded even more raspy as he delivered the news through his sobs. His son, my nephew Adrian, had been shot in the head in Trinidad, and was fighting for his life. My brother was in New York visiting relatives. He was scheduled to visit me mid-August. Adrian was 18 and had recently completed high school. Another half hour had passed before I heard from him again. This time my brother was bawling. Adrian had died. On Friday night Adrian attended a party where he met death. I still don't have much details but I cringe as I recognize once again the crime wave that is engulfing my country. My brother left New York this evening. I'll join him on Wednesday in Trinidad. As I feel the pain of loss, I can hardly imagine what Adrian's parents are feeling. The news created chaos in my life and as I walked through the day I had to continue to be mindful that pain can, but should not rob us of our senses. I pray for healing for our family and for all who have lost a loved one.