As I sat on the couch and watched my Dad in the hospital, with the oxygen in his nose, he would take these deep breaths, then he would pause before he would breath again. I would sit there and watch him, just to make sure he could breath. As I watched him, and I watched tv with all the protests in Charlotte, all I could think about was the phrase, “I can’t breath”. When it weights this heavy on my mind, I have to write.

“I can’t breathe”.. The 1^st time was when my Dad told me my Mom died. I remember taking that deep breath in, and not letting one out…

“I can’t breath”… When I saw my Mom in the coffin and the glass covering her whole body..

“I can’t breathe”… When my Grandmother was dying with cancer and on her way to the hospital she said, this was going to be her last trip to the hospital because she knew she’d never come home again.

“I can’t breathe”.. When I found out RC had died in surgery from a car accident and my 1^st born child would never get to see his father.

“I can’t breathe”.. When Jr. didn’t wake up and Nita told me to get home as soon as I can because my Brother had died.

You get my point? I can breathe never ends up with something good. Then I think about when a parent has to see their child gunned down in the streets. Not by a police, but by ANYONE!! I think about the wives who witness the murder of their husbands, I think about the men who are only trying to protect their families, or the women who are trying to protect their families. When you can’t breath, your chest hurts, your eyes fill with water, and you don’t know whether to run or be still, but it all hurts!

I can’t breath when I think about the injustice of society. I can’t breath when I think about how we’ve worked so hard to get to where we can all get along and “society” can rip us apart like paper. I can’t breath when we as MOMS have to bury our children too soon for nothing. I can’t breathe when I see racist hate because of the color of someone’s skin!  Not breathing hurts.!! The only cure for not breathing, is breathing! I pray for everyone to be able to breathe. Not breathing is a natural part of life that was made to take your breath away and it already hurts, but the unnecessary “I can’t breathe” has to stop. And once I finished writing this blog, my updated iWatch said “BREATHE’! So it’s also taking 1 minute for you to just take time from you day to breathe. How ironic. Look at your life, look at the people in your life. Look at who’s worth your breath, and those are the people that you fight for! Don’t settle for the injustice.  We’ve come to far to turn back now.  Breathe!

Love and Hugs,

The Real Mommie Teresa