I have struggled to find the words for this one.

The loss of Gershom “Bubba” Washington Jr. has weighed heavily on me, and my silence has felt louder with each passing day. I knew Bubba as one of the young warriors who grew up in and around our sickle cell community. I watched him mature, find his footing, and begin making choices that reflected the future he was working toward. Last year, I was proud to see him apply for our Warrior on the Rise Scholarship. Then, in June, he emailed me to share that he had made the Dean’s List at Kennesaw State University. That news was priceless because it represented growth, determination, and a young man continuing to push forward despite the challenges sickle cell disease placed in his path. What I did not fully understand until after his passing was how deeply connected he was to my own girls. Tully and Deej shared that Bubba had become like a big brother to them. They talked about life, hopes, dreams, hard days and good ones. Watching their grief has reminded me how deep the bonds are among young people in this community — bonds often formed through experiences only they truly understand. My heart is with Dr. Washington, his brother, his family, and everyone who loved him. There is also a truth that is becoming harder to carry: we live in a near-constant state of bereavement in the sickle cell community. We celebrate birthdays, graduations, scholarships, careers, marriages, babies and victories, while far too often being forced to grieve again. That is a heavy thing to carry. Tomorrow, Bubba’s family will celebrate his life. Although I will not be there in person, my heart will be with them. Bubba, I am grateful I got to witness even a small part of your journey, and grateful to now understand how much love and encouragement you gave to my girls. You mattered. Your progress mattered. Your dreams mattered. And you will be remembered. Rest well, Bubba. ❤️