As we think about Cooper Harris and the struggle he must have had while strapped into a 'too small' car seat, locked in his father's SUV, under the blazing Atlanta, Georgia sun on June 18th, it is very difficult to comprehend. Since I learned of this story, my life has changed.. I started a Facebook group as a way to bring people to remember Cooper and to comfort one another. I have seen with my own eyes, the love for this child, through the numerous comments and posts from people with beautiful hearts, and those hearts break for Cooper and pray to God that justice be served for the death he had...
Today, I could not believe what a group member had posted. I wanted to cry, and I thought I would be sick for a moment. She went today to find Cooper's grave, and she found it,and it did not look like it did 18 days ago. One vase, with brown dying flowers lay at the top of his grave.. How heart breaking!! My God, where is the family? Are they not mourning at this child's grave? Are they in hiding? If I was a family member, or friend, or the Mother, I would be there day and night. There would be teddy bears, trucks, candles, flowers...everything the cemetery allowed, I would have placed there.
I want to share Breanna Medders photographs. She was horrified, and I think the world will be too.
