It is no secret that my life these past 7 years has been filled not only with great moments but also a lot of dark days, loss, and not-so-pleasant states of mind.
This morning, I woke up ok, the kids are great, off to kindergarten., let’s get this show-on-the-road attitude. And then, I open FB. And it hits me: Jean Chelba is dead.
Now… probably a bunch of you don’t know who he is… look him up, if you are here, you know how to use Google for sure.
But, what it represented for me? I did not know the man and never shook his hand. And still, when I heard that he died, I cried. Because he was the father who buried his son 3 years ago and died without seeing the trial for that disaster started, not to mention the guilty behind bars where they belong.
Because he was a citizen of this country, just like me. And he had to endure so much, so much unfairness, because indeed nothing has changed. We are not getting better.
So, the way I see it; he left that task to us. It is up to us to make sure that we hold the ones who have the power accountable for their actions. This is our future and the future of our children at stake.
So today is a day for mourning, for a guy I never met but who has influenced me in many ways…
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