I remember being 7 years old and hearing a lot of commotion and sensing the worry in my house. This was because my parents were going to the March to Washington in 1963. My Nana was very upset and scared...I remember. It was as though something was going to happen to my parents. Yet, I still had a sense that something very important was happening, something that was important enough that my parents had to risk maybe not coming back home to us. Funny, I don't remember being scared for them, just kinda excited. Laying on the floor on my stomach with my legs in the air. Searching on the TV screen for my parents. My Mom was dark and my father light so I got excited every time I say a black and white face...together. There they go! I see Mommy & Daddy, I would exclaim. I remember being so proud of them....I didn't quite know why then.

Mom and Dad, Dr. King...we remember you and all of those that came before us for your courage, determination and sacrifice and lighting the way for us to follow. We miss you immensely but your presence is felt every day through your legacy of freedom earned through your tremendous struggle...

T H A N K     Y O U!