Dear Heather,

I’m sorry. I am sorry that I am not courageous enough to march on your behalf, as you did mine. I’m sorry for not being able to see the pictures from Charlottesville because they trigger an emotion I didn’t know existed. I am sorry that your mother’s face and voice reminds me of what mine would’ve been had I not survived the same “accident.”

Still, I thank you. For being a true ally.

For your humanity. Your murder will not be in vain.