~~Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named
Kay. She looked like a movie star, but I
didn’t mind, because I loved loved loved
She was my best friend,
my soul mate, my secret keeper, my
chocolate chip cookie maker, my blood, my root.
She was everything.
And that’s the entire truth.
Then one day she met a man who promised her the world, a
better life, true love. He was older. He
was wiser. She thought he was a fucking rock
But he turned out to be nothing at all.
She married him regardless, but he was never a husband.
She had three baby boys, but he was never a father.
“He crushes my soul,”
she’d often say. “How can
somebody walk around with a crushed soul the rest of her life?”
I never trusted him. No.
We moved all of his guns over to our parents house when he
wasn’t home. Hid them high.
Something else insidiously strong.
We have these inside for a reason.
But it wasn’t enough.
He found another gun. He would have always found another
gun, another way to control her, another way to prevent her from becoming whole.
He took everything from the very beginning.
Her self-belief, dreams, hopes, soul, laughter, and in the
~~Once upon a time there was a remarkable, radiant girl
Our roots twisted and tangled together like hair flying in
She was everything.
But three years ago,
her soon to be ex- husband shot her three times in the head as she was
walking out the front door.
Just like that.
Bang Bang. Bang.
How fragile the human body is. How unspeakably breakable.
She was here—then she was gone.
A life snuffed out that quickly…like blowing out a brilliant
like removing the sun and replacing it with night.
~~It is a healing experience being part of the KAY MARIE SISTO MEMORIAL WALK to END domestic violence: **Saturday, May 31st 2014 @ 11:00 AM on the Waterfront Trail**
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