Sometimes your whole life can turn on a single instant. Sometimes it’s something pleasant.
That first date with the person who became your spouse. An invitation to a new job. The birth of your firstborn. These are all happy seismic shifts.
Too often, though, these life-changing instances hurt — and hurt a lot. It’s a fact that Kendra Poitras of Muscowpetung First Nation, Saskatchewan, Canada, knows all too personally.
According to the Regina Leader-Post, Poitras’ son Morris seemed to have a promising life ahead of him at one point. He graduated from high school a year early.
He’d also taken concrete steps toward beginning a pair of careers. Morris had received certifications to become a carpenter and to operate a boom truck.
Pictures show a young man with a penchant for sports-themed caps and a perpetually serious expression. Poitras mentioned how he hated wearing the “dress” (his gown) when he graduated.
He was married and had three daughters all in their single digits. But his life would end at the tragically young age of 27.
On Feb. 15, a knock sounded on the door. It was Royal Canadian Mounted Police officers.
“He looked at me, and he asked me to sit down and I knew,” Poitras said. “I knew something had happened.
“And then he told us they found my son Morris dead, and I was just screaming.” The alleged murderer was arrested that very day, but it did little to soothe the ache in Poitras’ heart.
“He was a very polite young man,” she said. “He just got involved with the wrong people, got involved with drugs. But he was on his way to straightening out. He was going to go to treatment.”
According to Poitras, Morris had been a part of the Native Syndicate gang, and his drug habit had sunk him to a new low in April 2018. And despite his attempts to get his life on a new course, something went terribly wrong.
Poitras believed that the man responsible for his death was also a fellow gang member. Now, she hopes that Morris’ sad end will warn others off of gang life.
“They don’t gain anything from being in a gang, and they’ve called these gang people their family, their bros, their sisters. But that’s not a family,” she said.
“I hope these young people realize that and see what it causes, the hurt, the hurt that it causes.”
Poitras still remembers her son’s last words to her.
He’d come by her house to grab something to eat and had helped his mother carry some bags to her car. Poitras said, “His last words to me were, ‘I love you mom.’”
“He always told me he loved me. Whenever he’d text or message, he always told me he loved me. Even in front of his friends, he was never embarrassed or whatever to tell his mommy that he loved her. He loved his family very much.”
Our thoughts and prayers go out for Poitras and Morris’ family during this tragic time.
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