MURDER AT HARVARD’S KIRKLAND HOUSE – A MOTHER’S WORST NIGHTMARE FINALLY RELEASED!
On May 18, 2009, my son Justin Cosby was shot on the grounds of Harvard University. He died in the early morning hours of May 19. The heart ache and trauma following involved almost three years of court arraignments, trials, court appearances, etc. for four people.
On that day, Justin lost his power and his voice so I as his mother has become his voice. Over the past ten years, I have been writing a memoir about dealing with the murder of a child, navigating the legal system and coping after the fact.
We cannot bring our children back after they are gone but we can bring them forward.
We all have a story to tell and through my journey, I would like to empower others to write theirs.
Order my book now at: www.murderharvardkirklandhouse.com
READ MY STORY: MURDER AT HARVARD’S KIRKLAND HOUSE – A MOTHER’S WORST NIGHTMARE
A MEMOIR ABOUT THE 2009 MURDER OF MY SON JUSTIN COSBY ON THE GROUNDS OF HARVARD UNIVERSITY, THE AGONGY OF DEALING WITH THE MURDER OF A CHILD, NAVIGATING THE LEGAL SYSTE, COPING AFTER THE FACT AND RESOURCES TO EXPLORE CHOICES AND DECISION THAT COULD CHANGE THE FABRIC OF LIVES.
Happy Thanksgiving to All and especially to those of us who are feeling our Loss
As I sit here and reflect on past Thanksgivings, all I can think of is those who meant so much to me who are no longer with me. Of course, I think of my parents who I shared a close relationship with and were the cornerstones of my life.
Oh, how I miss them. My dad making numerous trips to the grocery store, picking up things he forgot and additional items my mom sent him to get to make that Thanksgiving dinner so special. Mom was always in the kitchen and the fumes from the turkey, collard greens, candid yams, etc. to delight your pallet filled the air.
Until I lost my beloved Justin, I did the same thing for my daughter Shenita and him. Holiday were always important. What seemed so trivial but meant so much is gone and life will never be the same again. I don’t care how many people come or don’t come, life is so different and the magnitude of our loss cannot be measured or debated.
Nevertheless, this Thanksgiving, let’s keep in mind the blessings God has graced us with. The fact that God did not give us our children and loved ones, he loaned them to us. Just as he giveth, he taketh. And as thankful we are for that loan and equally as hurt from the loss, let’s look to those we still have with us, enjoy them, be thankful for them and not take them for granted.
And let’s remember that the memories we make today are the ones we will look back on tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone from http://www.survivingmurder1.com
Denise Cosby
Murder at Harvard University Kirkland House –A Mother’s Worst Nightmare
THE CALL
EVERYDAY A PARENT RECEIVES A CALL THAT CHANGES THEIR LIVES FOREVER. THIS IS THE CALL THAT NOBODY WISHES ON THEIR WORST ENEMY. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE RECEIVED THIS CALL;
DO YOU REMEMBER THE CALL?
“The Call”
On May 18, 2009, I received “the call.”
The call that changed my life forever still rings loudly in my head almost five years later.
Around 4:15 p.m. on May 18, 2009, I stood in front of my television set and watched a news bulletin flash across my screen. The report indicated a young man had been shot at Harvard University. Having been home all day, I decided to go out for a while after watching the alarming news story. I left the house thinking my son Justin was in his room due to the fact that he had been there all day. I planned to call him a little later that afternoon. About an hour after leaving the house I received a call from Justin’s girlfriend. She told me Justin had left home and she hadn’t heard from him in some time. After trying to text him and call him, she could not reach him. This was unusual for Justin so she decided to call me. I told her I had not heard from Justin and would call him. Justin was very close to me. Proud to be a “momma’s boy,” he was 21 years old, and my baby. If I called him, he would always answer or call me right back. I picked up the phone and called him. The call went straight to his voice mail. I left him a message to call me right away. I began to text him and received no answer. The silence concerned me. I decided to leave my friends’ home of whom I had gone to visit with for a while, and proceeded to drive home.
Opioid Crisis and The White House: A National Emergency of Mixed Messages
Josh DuBose, a free-lance reporter and graduate student at Harvard reports “Mixed Messages on Opioid Crisis and the White House”.
A little more than a week ago, on August 10, President Trump announced plans to declare a national emergency in lieu of the nation’s crisis of opioid overdose deaths. According to the White House’s own survey, opioid related fatalities now kill 142 Americans every single day.
Just two days earlier, however, on August 8, Trump said his administration’s approach to battling the addiction epidemic would come in the form of law-and-order. “Strong law enforcement is absolutely vital to having a drug-free society,” the president told a room of assembled advisors and reporters.
The about-face from beefing-up law enforcement ranks to declaring a national emergency has…….http://joshdubose.com/2017/08/18/opioid-crisis-white-house-national-emergency-mixed-messages/
Happy Mother’s Day!
A mother is Love. A mother is strength. A mother is a nurturer? A mother is one of the most patient people on earth. A mother can be biological or not. She gives many chances and have taken much crap from her Young yet she stands strong behind them. She takes care of her young or the young she has come to know as her children. A mother is a teacher doctor and a preacher.
MOTHER’S DAY WALK FOR PEACE
PLEASE DO NOT FORGET THE MOTHER’S DAY WALK. PLEASE MAKE CONTRIBUTIONS ONLINE. THANK YOU!
The 21st Annual Mother’s Day Walk for Peace: “In Unity, There is Healing: Invest in Peace”
The Mother’s Day Walk for Peace is a celebration of our potential to create more peaceful communities. Every year families from across the state and region walk together toward peace because in unity, there’s healing! Join us on Mother’s Day to demand dignity and compassion for all families impacted by murder.
View original post 125 more words
