The pain I am living with as a parent is beyond what any father should ever have to feel. I never imagined that in my lifetime, I would have to bury my 10-year-old son because of gun violence in our own city. Jordan was a good boy — respectful, loving, helpful, and full of life. He never bothered anyone. He treated everyone with kindness because that’s how we raised him.

To know that my child walked out of a store and was met with gunfire — something so violent and so unnecessary — breaks me to my core. I can’t stop thinking about what he might have felt in those final moments. My little boy is gone. My world is shattered. There is an emptiness in my heart that nothing will ever replace.

I am sharing this because I cannot carry this pain alone. I am asking everyone to please keep me and my family in your hearts. We need strength. We need prayers. We need support. Gun violence has taken my son from me, and now we are left trying to pick up the pieces of a life that will never be the same.

Please pray for Jordan. Pray for our family. And please help us in any way your heart allows — even if it’s just by sharing his name and keeping his memory alive.

Rest in Paradise, Jordan. Daddy loves you forever.