Today marks 8 years since my son Jordan was stolen from me.

Every year, I write a letter to my son. Read below - and remember there are still thousands of families in this country being torn apart every single day from gun violence.

To Jordan:

I miss you. It’s been eight years since I got to hug and kiss you.

I had no way to know that the last time I hugged you would be the last time I embraced you in this life.

You didn’t deserve to die that way, but our laws failed you, failed us and countless families like ours. I know the man who killed you was not raised the way I raised you.

But I decided not to be silent — to challenge the laws that failed us.

I know you’re looking down on me, & I pray I’m making you proud - taking on the work that I know you were meant to do, Jordan.

Can you believe I’m about to start my second term in Congress? This wasn’t in the cards or on any life plan that we had.

I know that you were not taken from us in vain eight years ago today. It cannot be that way.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, but I take comfort knowing that one day I’ll get to hug you again and hear your voice and your laugh when I join you.

But until God decides that day has come, my promise to you is that I will continue to fight for you and your legacy. To make this world a safer place for families like ours.

Thank you for watching over me as my guardian, Jordan. I love you so much.

Forever, your mom,

Lucy