In Memory of Kay


Like a bird alone in the desert or an owl in a ruined house, I lie awake and I groan.  I am like a sparrow lost on a roof, the ashes are the bread I eat.  I mingle tears with my drink  ~~Psalm 130

  ~ Even from the womb, I loved Jesus.

My faith is firm. I believe in His power. I pray deep prayers of thanksgiving.  In truth, I have never pursued other Gods, or Gurus, or Goddesses. There was no need. No. I found my stillness and solace in Christianity.

Pleasure. Purpose. Promises.


I have a sort of contentment that surpasses human understanding.

But not today.  Not today.

Instead, I cry out in anguish, in pain, in a vocabulary I do not recognize. I am like an injured bird that cannot fly.  I weep for what is lost.  I scream for what will never be. I moan for what is yet to come.

I lie in bed watching the ceiling fan revolve-revolve-revolve.  It hums above me like an unfinished life, an incomplete prayer, a hollow space.  

Oh, God, I miss her.  I miss her.  I want her back. I want….I want.

Help Me.    Help Me.    Will You please help me?

Last night I had a dream that I was gazing in a enormous picture window and several sisters were laughing, hugging, talking, confessing their deepest secrets. When I tried to open the door, it was locked. I walked in the corridor alone.

I am so alone, so alone. Like a bird in the desert.  Like an owl in a ruined house.  Like a child who has lost her mother.

 Like a woman without a soul.

And I ask my God, “Why?  Why?  Why?”

I ask my God, “How can you expect me to go on inhaling and exhaling? How can you expect me find pleasure from the sun upon my face?”

What is the use of anything?

I cannot hear Him.  I cannot see Him.  He is silent.

So I drink red wine. So I pace around aimlessly. So I wail. So I write worthless words.

I cry from a place inside myself that I’m not familiar with. A place reserved for the inconsolable. A place where sorrow rises up from the depths of the earth.

The world has changed colors.  A negative instead of the entire photograph.

Yet, even through these intolerable, unbearable, inescapable tears, even now, through this salt that covers me; I know He is there.  Undeniably, I know He is waiting.   

CS Lewis said that we find our true path through unfathomable pain; we find who we truly are.

I don’t give a damn.  I don’t give a damn.

I’d rather not know.  I’d rather be who I was.  I’d rather have her sitting next to me, warming me, both of us filling one another up. 

I’d rather be in that room with the other sisters laughing, hugging, and revealing our deepest, darkest secrets that nobody else knows.   

  I’d rather take back the JOY.—–My sister, Kay, was murdered at about 5:30 PM on May 26, 2010.  My life was changed.  I am changed.  Nothing will ever be the same—-

Kay, Al (brother), Kim Forever.


WE must Be Still and Still moving

Into another intensity

For a further union, a deeper communion

Through the dark cold and the empty  desolation,

The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters

Of the petrel and the porpoise.  In my end is my beginning.” –T.S. Eliot

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  • Reply
    Marie Talerico
    April 19, 2011 at 6:48 pm

    Dear Bob Shirley, Al and Kim. Hi I have wanted to share with your family how much I wish and seek God’s hand on your precious heart’s. I can’t even imagine what it has been like for your family this past year. I go to Bethany Baptist chuch and have heard your story. I greive with your family and wish only that our precious father GOD will give you the peace that you all so need to mend and heal. Sometimes we don’t understand all the pain we face. One day when you see him maybe he can give us the answers. Grief is supposed to release bring us some closure but we hurt so bad. I SINCERLY send all my love to your family. I HAVE READ MOST OF YOUR BLOGS KIM, you are beautiful beyond description. Gods precious child . You are just a special person , I feel very close to you. Love in Christ’s holy name. Marie Talerico

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    November 23, 2013 at 12:48 am

    This is a huge post. I feel your grief deeply. My God, so this is how your blog started… You are beautiful all these years later, still speaking SO STRONG.
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