By Ben Edwards
It was a cold morning. A few passersby glanced at us, some confused, others clearly offering compassion and sympathy. We were gathered in the driveway of my neighbors, where they had lost their son to an unexplainable act of violence only a week earlier. It happened on Halloween.
He was handing out candy – something he didn’t think he would be able to do that night because of his work schedule. He was grateful that someone covered his shift so he could take part in the family tradition. His dad was inside putting more candy in the large bowl when shots rang out. What had just happened didn’t register immediately. It was only when his son’s girlfriend came in screaming, “They shot him!” that he realized the incredible horror of the situation.