The blood of a thousand tears.....
I remember responding to my first shooting vic...to this day I can still feel it, smell it, and see it as if I am still there.
I guess there are moments we ARE locked in forever.
More than the death of the victim, I remember and still feel the earth shattering pain of his mother. Her sobs still haunt me.
It sometimes is so hard to be a cop, when the instinct is to comfort...to console. Police proceedure can be so cold.
For the memory of this 15 y/o child, and the 13 y/o male perp.
The amazing thing is that I was the responding detective when the shooter met his death 6 years later.
What is it in our society that allows this to happen, children to kill children.
When did we stop caring about our neighbors on this planet?
When did we stop reaching out?
Did we ever?
That day the mother cried a thousand tears, for the blood of her son...
Inside I wept with her