Unknown to most of us before the tragic events of last week, Leonard Archibald’s face is now etched in the memories of many, indeterminately.
A face of love, of innocence and a future now erased, who knows what he could have been? We could paint any picture of the man he could have become. We could imagine him arriving home safely on Sunday, September 17th, on his bicycle and relatives being happy to see him. We could imagine him and his sisters reminiscing on the birthday party they had just attended. We could imagine him getting dressed on Monday morning for school and making his way to the institution of learning to move one step closer to his dreams. We could imagine these things to replace the anger and the pain that many of us have been feeling for days and the tears we would have shed.