by Robert Lanz, LCSW
You beautiful little child. You should have listened to your mother when she told you to go to school. You should have listened to your mother when she told you not to hang around those gang guys from your neighborhood. You should have listened to your mother when she said that you would get in trouble and maybe get hurt if you didn’t listen to her. But you didn’t listen. You cut school. You got busted. You were on probation. You had to go to special school, but it didn’t teach you anything. On Valentines Day, the day of love, you didn’t listen to your mother and you went to that party with all those tough little gangsters without hearts. Those tough little guys that carry guns and knives and hurt people and kill people and die over nothing.
You should have listened to your mother this one time…but you didn’t. And tonight, you’re dead. A fight broke out and guns were drawn. On the day when chocolates come in heart-shaped boxes and balloons are blown up to look like hearts, you died. On that day of love and hearts, a bullet went right through yours and you were dead before you even had a chance to think, “My mom was right, I should have listened to her.”
Too bad you missed seeing all your friends who also got shot or stabbed. I was there and nobody but your mother cried for you. Nobody even looked like they were going to cry. Too tough for that. Maybe they will miss you in a way that I will never understand, but I do understand how your mother felt. I’ll never forget how she screamed and fell to the ground, alone, when the police told her you were dead. All the tough guys you thought were your friends never cried, but I don’t think your mom will ever stop.
Poor little dead girl. You should have listened to your mother.