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.
——-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.
-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.
~~Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named
Kay. She looked like a movie star, but I
didn’t mind, because I loved loved loved
—It’s been 699 days since he murdered you.
I believe I shall always count the moments you’re not with
me. Always remember your voice. Always love you the most.
says you can put truth in the grave but it won’t stay there.” –[Clarence W. Hall]
~ I believe in Resurrection.
Not the kind of Resurrection where I come
back as Queen of England, Lady Gaga, or an African cat…
But the kind of Resurrection where, when I
exhale my last breath, quite beautifully, delightfully–