~After a murder in a family, there’s a lot of shit to organize, things to do, people to see.
Not only do you grieve the loss of your loved one, but you need to take care of other business, as well.
Insurance policies. Bills. Cleaning out the house. Separating your sister’s belongings – (I have all of her long coats, expensive bags, and lipsticks) & Comforting the people who remain behind. ( I wasn’t much help )
Besides— finding homes for the pets.
Kay had three cats and two birds.
I phoned several of my friends pleading, “Hey, Kay’s cats need homes. Do you have some extra love to spare?”
All three cats were adopted out immediately: Maya to Jackie, Whitie to Tia, & Mufasa to the murderer’s sister.
I removed the cats from Kay’s house into the back seat of my car to bring them to their destinations. They cried and meowed ferociously as if in mourning, too—As if missing her, too, and I cried right along with them.
I thought, ‘that bastard has turned everybody’s life’s upside down including the animals.’
It’s shocking how one action can cause a million reactions; how one decision can cause depressions, alcoholism, suicidal thoughts, loneliness, regrets, hopelessness, and desperate measures to find a way back home.
We are always trying to find our way back home, right?
The Cockatiels’ were brought to a pet shop in West Duluth, where I hope they were adopted by decent, caring families. I remember Kay telling me she took warm showers with them on weekends & opened their cages during the daytime hours so they could spread their wings fully.
That image has entered my mind numerous times after he murdered her.
A caged door flung wide open…
And my darling, Kay, flying into her freedom.