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 Darling, Kay
What do you do when you discover written words that excite you, cause you to reflect, and make you say aloud, “I get what she’s saying here. I identify. I’ve been there. I’m not alone in this crazy world.”
~I was one of the few girls in middle school who developed breasts way too early. Large breasts. Woman breasts. Breasts that boys gawked at, pointed to, and giggled about.
Mercy ROCKS my world.
( This short observation was written by my dynamic, amazing, talented pen-pal, Mercy Adhiambo. She sends me her personal journals with several remarkable stories about her adventures in journalism, life, love, and insights about Kenya. I particularly appreciated and loved this one! She was about 20 years old when she wrote it.)
Our beautiful, gentle Kay.
*****15 Reasons She ( My Sister ) Stayed In An Abusive Marriage*****
~A Culture Of Excuses
( a note: before you start bitching, I used ‘He,” in this post, but “She” is also relevant)
He had a bad childhood.
He wasn’t loved enough.
He was loved too much.
“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.