Just a quick note about a tragic discovery in NYC. The remains of a missing young autistic boy were found. His name was Avonte Oquendo and he had been missing since the beginning of last summer.
His face is forever etched in my memory from the fliers that his family and friends posted in every subway station. Every single station. I travelled from Harlem to Astoria to Bay Ridge, on my way to a shopping destination or to meet friends. The fliers were everywhere and I dutifully kept an eye out for him. But weeks turned into months, and the fliers became tattered or torn down. And hope became a fleeting sensation.
This ribbon is for you, Avonte. It's a silly gesture from a silly woman who never knew you, but I made it nonetheless.