Photo by Ericka Kreutz

I saw two seconds of that video and I was transported right back to the moment my father died. On the ground. In full view of the public. Watching the life leave his body…helpless…I am forever changed.

George Floyd died on my father’s birthday.

I am overwhelmed by the grief of needlessly losing another black man in America. There is so much pain. I see it in the faces of every protestor I watch on TV…