"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"Last night was too much. I couldn't bear another night of crying myself to sleep, of screaming into my pillow and praying for the pain to stop. I was tired. Tired of being sad. Tired of not being able to get out of bed. Tired of nobody caring."
"I asked God ‘Why my son?’ and God said to me ‘I gave you my son,’ I can stand here with little tears and little sadness, no stigma about how our son went to God."