A Ride to School

I drove my 18 year old daughter to school. I get to do that every day. It is one of the biggest joys of my life. She is the most courageous human I know. She has been through more than most adults who are three times her age. I am thankful for the team of medical professionals, educators, mentors, and family members who have helped mold her into the woman she is today as well as the one she is becoming. She is fierce, full of faith, and one of the kindest people you will ever meet. I am honored and humbled to be called her dad.

In Texas, there is another mom and another dad who are the parents of a teen. However, they will never again drive him to school or pick up from practice. Testimonies have been shared that this young man was kind, smart, and had a smile that could light up a room. He, too, had mentors, teachers, coaches, and family members who molded him into the young man he was and the one he was becoming. His life ended violently, tragically, unnecessarily. I am saddened and angered by his death. Jordan Edwards is my son, too. Jordan Edwards is my son, too.


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