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Thank You: I’m mourning & we need JUSTICE

Hi everyone, I’m taking this opportunity to check in with all of you to let you know that I appreciate your support and encouragement. I didn’t realize how many of you are reading my blog, it means so much to me and I hope you all understand that I do not know what to write or even how to start.

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Brandon’s murder has pulled me into a reality of this world that I avoided. Even after Mel was murdered I did not see people as evil, void of human emotions. I thought it was just Mel being in the wrong place at the wrong time and that if anyone would die so that someone else could live it would have been Mel.

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My family has been greeted once again by murder and once again my cousin was caught up in the crossfire that wasn’t meant for him. Unlike before I do not feel like just crying and hurting. I do not feel like sitting back to allow the criminal justice system to give me justice, which will never come. I do not believe in street justice or thinking that what comes around goes around. I do not want to have compassion and understanding towards a witness who is afraid to report what they saw. I just want Justice that’s it! I want the person to be as brave as he was to shoot and kill Brandon to come forward and do his time. He is a coward. Why take a life and not take credit for it? What’s the purpose, where’s the revenge or pleasure in it?blood_on_snow-1120638152.jpg

I want the world to know that my cousin Dana lost her son to murder and for whatever reason, it was not right. Its not fair and murder has to stop! We need better gun control. Please help, please let us not be quiet and scared. We can do this, but we have to do it together.

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 https://www.gofundme.com/murder-vicitms-family-travel-fund 

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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