Mourning is not for the weak or the fragile or the breakable or the inconsolable or the insane.
And I, my dears, am all of these things.
To be more direct, mourning has broken me wide open and parts of my body and mind and organs were sprawled out all over the place. It was not a pretty sight.
It’s been 1493 days since your execution.
Sweet Lisa, who writes the blog: The Girls Guide To Leaving A Marriage, asked me to participle in a question/answer thingy—Please visit her blog below. She rocks like Gaga.
——-My sister was murdered by her husband on May 26th 2010. The mourning never ends. See you on the other side, my lovely Kay.—-
Your face is fading.
Today, my blog post, How Making S’mores Is Like Writing, is in Bangalore, India.
I. Am. Not.
-I am privileged to be traveling to Mumbai, India (Virtually!!) today to talk about my sister, Kay, whom was murdered on May 26, 2010 by her husband of 25 years. It was the saddest, darkest day of my life.
***Social Media Ruined My Cookies!*****
It all started with Facebook.
After I signed up, there was no turning back.