By Sandy Glass

I was 17 when my brother was murdered, then robbed while on spring break — shot from behind at a hotel vending machine. In that moment, gun violence changed everything for my family.

A police officer came to the door of my family’s home with news that my 20-year-old brother had been murdered in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, while on spring break from George Washington University. The moment felt surreal. My mother fell into my father’s arms. I was 17 when I flew with my father to identify my brother’s body. I remember the depth of my parents’ grief, and how my younger brother lost his role model and his childhood in a single moment. I lost my big brother, confidant, and my adolescence before even turning 18. No one knew what to say to me in my final months of high school. We w

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