Yesterday, I called the sheriff’s office once again to get answers about my son, to no avail. The questions about what happened linger in my mind.
But then the biggest question of all constantly hovers in my mind like a vulture hovering on its’ dead prey:
It lurks in the corners of my mind.
It steals away fleeting joy in only a single moment.
It disguises itself with anger that lingers inside of me, not really waiting to explode, but holding as a leak, draining out slowly.
With the question of WHY, comes all the questions surrounding my faith, my belief or lack thereof in a broken system, and trust – knowing who the enemy is and who is not.
One funny thing I recently found out is that in perceived moments of crisis (imminent threat of violence or self-harm), law enforcement responds ASAP.
However, in moments where only a concern is present, law enforcement does NOTHING.
If one person had listened, just one, Darren could still be here.
If one person had listened, just one, Darren could have seen a better way.
If one person had listened, just one, Darren could be in the room next to me rather than buried in the cold ground.
If one person had listened, just one person…….
I ask you: Be The Person Who LISTENS.