Mothers Advocating for Real Change and Unwavering Support - Marcus

10/19/2026

In the words of my Grief Coach Marlena L Bowdery…. Before you allow the worries of yesterday to follow you into today, remember this...

You are still here, still healing, still becoming, even when your heart feels heavy and the tears keep coming.

Some mornings you may wake up smiling,
Some mornings or most you wake up in pain.
Some mornings you may feel a little sunshine,
Other mornings you're standing in the rain.

But don't you dare measure your progress
By how many tears you cry.
Sometimes the greatest act of courage
Is simply finding the strength to try.

You don't have to pretend you're okay,
You don't have to be strong for everyone.
You are allowed to rest along the way,
And still be proud of how far you've come.

Your love is not measured by your sadness,
Your healing does not mean you forgot.
And just because you're learning to smile again
Doesn't mean you miss your loved one any less than before.

So this morning, give yourself some grace.
Stop rushing the heart that's been through so much.
You can carry sorrow and still welcome peace,
You can have broken moments and still be enough.

Good morning! ❤️

May today be gentle with your heart. May you find a reason to smile without feeling guilty, a moment of peace without having to explain it, and the courage to keep going at your own pace.

YOU ARE STILL HERE. STILL HEALING. STILL BECOMING. AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Written by Marlena L Bowdery
Many Phases And Faces Of A Mother's Grief

10/14/2026

10/11/2026

Marlena L Bowdery of Many Phases And Faces Of A Mother's Grief, thank you for taking my heart and my words and giving them a voice through this song. You helped express a pain I struggle to explain and a love that will never leave me.

Sometimes I cannot explain why I need to look at his belongings, why I need to touch them, or why I keep returning to something that hurts so deeply. But the answer really is simple: these things belonged to my baby, Marcus Gerard Mosley. His clothes. His shoes. His cell phone. Things he wore, things he touched, things that were part of his life. When I cannot hold my son, being close to something that belonged to him matters more than words can say.

I know your own heart is broken and aching for your precious son, Tim, and it means so much that you made room for my pain while carrying your own. I hold you and Tim close to my heart, just as you have held Marcus and me close to yours.

Thank you, Marlene, for treating my grief with tenderness and honoring Marcus through this song. You gave this mother a way to share what her heart has been carrying.

10/10/2026

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10/08/2026

What do you say to a mother who walks out of the Burlington Police Department carrying the clothes her son was murdered in? How do you comfort her when her arms are holding what she can no longer hold him inside of? Those clothes belonged to my son, Marcus Gerard Mosley, who was murdered on Tuesday, September 29, 2020. I once carried him beneath my heart. I carried him in my arms. And then I had to carry home the clothing from the day someone took his life.

And his shoes. How do I explain what it means to hold the shoes my child ran in while trying to escape his killers? While calling 911 for help? While using his voice to identify the people responsible—“PJ did it,” and “Veto shot me”? My son was fighting to live. He was asking for help. When I look at those shoes, I think about every step he took trying to survive, and how desperately I wish those steps had brought him home.

The names connected to his killing and the actions surrounding it are Jovanta Contavious “Veto” Woods; Patrick Bolivia “PJ” Richmond Jr.; DaQuan “Quan” Deonte Hester; Tion Omar Motley; Myrna Altrovise Rodriguez. Their roles were different—from the killing and the lure to assistance afterward and obstruction of justice. Those distinctions matter. So does the life at the center of it all: Marcus’s life. My child must never become a footnote in the stories of the people connected to his death.

How can anyone expect me to forget the child I gave birth to and loved so dearly? I remember him before there was a crime scene, before there were charges, before his belongings became evidence. I remember a living son who had a voice, a laugh, a family, and a future. You cannot ask a mother to put all that love away because the court proceedings have ended. The cases can close. I still wake up as his mother.

And when you ask how a mother keeps herself from retaliating, understand the strength it takes to carry this anger without acting on it. My restraint does not mean the pain has eased. It means I am fighting to keep that pain from taking any more from my family. Some days, that fight is a prayer spoken through clenched teeth: “God, help me get through this moment.” I can demand accountability, speak the truth, and keep Marcus’s name alive without creating another tragedy. But please understand what it costs me to choose that, again and again.

If you have no words, sit beside me. Say his name. Let me cry without rushing me toward forgiveness or telling me it is time to move on. Remember that a mother walked out of that police department carrying her son’s clothes when she should have been walking beside him.

Marcus Gerard Mosley, you were my son before the world knew your name through your murder. You are still my son. I will love you, speak your name, and carry your memory for the rest of my life.

10/06/2026

To the mother who reaches for the phone before remembering, who whispers her child’s name in an empty room, who smiles in public and cries on the ride home: there is room for you here. You do not have to turn every tear into strength or every painful day into a lesson. Rest when you need to. Share a memory. Let someone sit beside you. You are still their mother, and your love still has a place to go.

At M.A.R.C.U.S., we hold space for your grief and honor the child you will always love. May God meet you gently in the moments that words cannot reach. Today, if you feel comfortable, leave your child’s name below. We will speak their names together so the world won’t forget.