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.
Mike Peterson murdered my sister, Kay, on May 26, 2010. He then killed himself.
“To rise, first you must burn.” ― Hiba Fatima Ahmad
–Dear, Mike Peterson,
When you were alive, I never quite knew the day of your birthday. Kay typically informed me of the date, “Oh, did you know it’s Mike’s birthday today? I’m having cake and ice-cream later on; you’re all invited.”
“He crushes my spirit every. single. day. —Kay Marie Sisto
- It can happen in your family.
My sister, Kay, was murdered by the man we had Sunday dinners with, holidays with, vacations with. (But he was never a true man)
No More– “he had a bad childhood, or “he was depressed,” or “he couldn’t help himself.” NO. MORE.—-Kim Sisto Robinson
My sister & soul-mate
1. I was just kidding.
It’s a LIE. Hurting another person is NEVER a joke (verbally or physically)
Maya Angelou said: “ “When someone shows you who they are, believe them; the first time.”
–Take Down The Walls—Lauren Oliver
My best friend & soul-mate.
He says you’re good for nothing, a rotten mother, a disgusting wife. He says you can’t cook a damn thing without burning it, tainting it, making it worse. “You can’t do a fucking thing.” It’s. Not. True.