Sometimes, I just don’t know what to say.
After helping to organize the funeral for entrepreneur and pioneer Sylvia Woods — the founder of Harlem’s famous Sylvia’s restaurant — I found myself in the terrible position of preparing for another burial, that of a four-year-old boy. Lloyd Morgan was playing outside on a summer evening with his mother near the Forest Houses in the Bronx when a stray bullet ended his life. He was FOUR. I’ll say it over and over, he was FOUR.
As I reflected on the remarkable life of Sylvia Woods and all that she accomplished in 86 years with us, I couldn’t help but wonder what young Lloyd may have grown to achieve had he been given the chance. Finding a cure for cancer, becoming a federal judge, opening up a chain of successful businesses, saving lives as a firefighter or doctor, educating our youth, or even one day becoming President of the United States. All of those dreams and more were possible; he had his entire life ahead of him, and someone snatched it all away in a matter of minutes.