My family copes with my sister’s murder in various degrees.
For example, I make my brain numb for almost a year with merlot, cabernet, pinot noir, Mary Oliver, and Jesus. I can’t walk or breathe after the execution, but I can write. This is my sanity, my death, my new universe.
–Since my sister, Kay’s, murder, I’ve received numerous emails, books of poetry, and comforting cards from the most unexpected people. I find it
Between my mourning & grief; I experience beautiful distractions & Pink Martinis~~ Kim Sisto Robinson
~~~It’s been an
eternity 406 408 Days since Kay’s murder.
And I still wake up
saying moaning, “My sister. My sister Oooh, my dear dear sister.”
~~Art is the only way to run away without leaving home. ~Twyla Tharp
DAY ONE: Haven’t talked to Kay for 10 months & 11 days.