In three hours from now, 2 years ago, I told Uzi to go to bed. He was sitting at the kitchen table, watching YouTube on his phone. I gave him a hug, and ruffled his hair. As he started to run towards the stairs leading up to his bedroom I told him I loved him. “I love you too, dad.” Was the last thing he said to me. He went to bed. I went to bed. The thought never crossed my mind that that would be the last time I would see him alive. A little over 12 hours before he was murdered. In my mind I go back to May 23rd over and over. I wish I would have told my kids they could skip the rest of the week from school. I wish I would have taken off work to see that last assembly. I wish that it was being your kids to work day. Anything. Anything so Uzi would still be here. Anything so he could be going into 7th grade this year. Anything so he would turn 13 in August and I could by him his first razor as is tradition in my family. Anything at all so I could hear his voice and his laughter, feel his hug and his love. I’m damaged beyond repair, as is my wife and my other children. Uzi was truly one of a kind, the light when it was dark, the joy when all else failed. I wish I could relive 10 oclock , May 23rd 2022 over and over like Groundhog Day. That would be bliss.