May 26, 2010
~ I wonder if your mother awakened this morning thinking of you. I believe she did. After all, you were her son: the college hockey player, the great musician, the long distant runner, the one with the Master’s Degree.
And once upon a time, it’s hard to imagine, you swam inside her empty womb.
Our beautiful, gentle Kay.
*****15 Reasons She ( My Sister ) Stayed In An Abusive Marriage*****
“You can’t cage an eagle for long without destroying it.” ― Patricia Briggs
Dedicated to my darling sister, Kay, whom was murdered 6 years ago on May 26 by her estranged husband. I will love you forever and always, until the end of time.
~~~While chatting with the science teacher today, I notice a small plastic bag with a dragonfly inside. Me being me, I pick up the bag to get a closer look. I glare into it like one of those stupid human beings gawking at zoo animals. To be truthful, I detest animals locked up, monkey’s running to and fro from boredom, silverback gorillas stuck behind smeared glass, and the king of the jungle caged up like a trophy.
The moment I experienced gratitude is the moment my healing started– Kim Sisto Robinson
This photo is my all time favorite of Kay. She is FREE! Free! Free!
I distinctly recall somebody during my mad, suicidal stage after Kay’s murder making this comment— “You should really consider your blessings.”
~The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.—Henry Miller
—After Kay’s murder, my friend, Jane, asked, “Kim, when did it all begin? I said, “At the very beginning.”
The following journal entries of my sister, Kay, reveals the premature signs of domestic abuse. Although they may appear minimal and insignificant at first, these acts of disrespect, unkindness, & disregard are vividly captured within these pages.
As I read Kay’s words, what stands out the most is her desperation to be loved, respected, acknowledged, and valued by her life-partner.
A picnic in the woods. Breaking bread. Drinking wine. Giving love. Receiving love.
So simple. So practical.
…Yet it never happened.
Kay, My Soul-Mate Forever
All the precious words you and I have exchanged have found their way into the heart of the universe. One day they’ll pour on us like whispering rain helping us arise from our roots again. ~ Rumi
—-Several people have asked what I would have done differently after Kay’s murder.