Sunday, March 30, 2014
Dedication to a Fallen Soldier
I Dedicate this blog in three parts. First, to my late cousin Chris Thompson Rest in paradise, we love you. To my Thompson relations, just know that God got y’all, and lastly, to every mother that has ever had to lay her son to rest too soon in life.
So I’m wondering, when did the world get so messed up? No really, we as a people used to have honor. What happened to that? I’m still waiting for an answer to that one. I don’t understand what makes people want to take someone’s life. I try to get my mind there and to be honest, it’s a scary place. The reasons I came up with are jealousy, anger, or to prove something. Those don’t seem like good reasons to me. Matter of fact they suck.
Jealousy is not supposed to get that far out of hand to where I want to kill you, we are all jealous people at some point. So does that mean that I have that right to take your life because I’m not happy with myself? No it does not. If anything jealousy should fuel a fire to make you work harder to be that person that you want to be.
Anger is not any better. Yes, we all get upset sometimes, but that still doesn’t mean that we should be so quick to pick up a gun. Find another way to take your frustrations out. I have to say when I found out that my cousin had died, I was angry. He was supposed to live a long and happy life. Buy his first house, meet the girl of his dreams and marry, have children, and die of old age. That didn’t happen. He was cut down in the prime of his life because someone decided that they wanted to play God. When I watched my Cousin Crissy talk to the reporters that day and tell them that she was ok with Chris’ death, just not ok with how he got there, my heart broke all over again. She should not have to say goodbye to her son. It’s not right. I have to say though my cousin, Crissy, is my hero. To watch her face this situation with such grace and dignity, as she went through the motions of planning a funeral, taking care of my two younger cousins and just comforting everyone else, made me admire her even more. My cousin is the definition of a strong black woman.
To me the worst reason of the three, to prove something, is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard. You want to prove something to someone. Then prove that you are not a coward. To shoot someone from behind when they are not expecting it is nothing more than a cowards move. I’m tired of people saying that they are real thugs. If you were a real thug then you would have afforded my cousin the courtesy of fighting back. You would not have waited in the shadows for him to get home. In the streets there was once a thing called honor, we all were supposed to live by it. So because someone else was out there trying to prove something Chris had to die? That doesn’t work for me either.
So the message is this. Instead of running around taking other people’s lives, do yourself a favor, save your own life. This life is not for the faint of heart. As I walked by his casket and saw him there so at peace I knew that he was going to be alright. He got to leave this troubled world to go to a better. Chris was a good person and did not deserve what happened to him. I was amazed at how many people were really affected by his passing. When the minister called for those to join the church and walk away from that life, many people went up there. Because that happened I was touched. He really did make a difference in his short life. We can go at anytime, people need to realize that this world is going to hell in a hand basket make sure you get right with Jesus before it’s too late.
To the other families that have lost their sons, my heart goes out to you and I continue to pray for you all. To my cousins Crissy, Nikki and Gerri: I love you all so much and if you need me, I’m just a phone call away. To my readers, I hope that this one touches you in some way and makes you think about your own lives.
Peace and God Bless