Dear Mr. Caughman,
One day the world will know you were more than a target, a record of wrongs, or a hashtag. You were a person made in the image of God sent to the dust too soon. I hope you know I wish that I could have hugged you to make sure you felt loved one more time before you left. This world is harsh for people who look like us and because of what happened to you I don't have to tell you that.
I want you to know I'll think of you every time I go to California since you never made it there. And my daughter will know your name when she's old enough for the talk about how cruel this world can be to people who look like her Dad and share our skin.
God, I wish you didn't have to die for people to see you. I wish you didn't have to be gone for people to miss you. I wish that you were famous for your laugh, love for photos, or epic collection of things people couldn't quite see the value of what you redeemed. Lord have mercy.
I hope you know how valuable you are Mr. Caughman. And as God holds you like Lazarus, I'm sure you do.