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.
–Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you. I call as my heart grows faint: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.—Psalm 61
Kay’s son’s dog, Abbey.
When my sister, Kay, was getting ready to leave her 25 year marriage, her soon to be ex-husband shot her 3 times in back of the head. She was walking out the door to go for a hike on her favorite West Duluth Trail. She was making plans for a new life, a better life, a life where she was lifted up, valued, listen to, and loved. This was the life she had always wanted.