Jordan Edwards was a son, brother, student, football player…child. He’s gone. He was killed by a shot from a rifle fired by a cop. He was a passenger in a car leaving a party having heard that cops might have been heading their way. I like to imagine he believed himself to be doing the right thing. I also like to imagine that that is enough for our children. Again, we grieve and try to attend to honoring him as both a single child with a unique place in this world whose life was ended in a manifestation of violence so mundane that it is, sadly, unremarkable.