The day before my mother’s murder, then and now.

June 15, 2006

I woke up, got dressed. I think I wore a blue sparkly tank top from Target with a white skirt. I went to my cousin’s middle school graduation. My cousin’s and I were super close at that time, they were always over at my house and I used to take my little cousin to school each morning in my mustang convertible. It was a celebratory time, as graduations usually are.  My mom was mad that she couldn’t attend because of work, but she had the next day, Friday, off of work to go to her brother’s graduation. We went to lunch, I think it was at Islands but I can’t remember for sure. Then we went to see Cars in the theatre. Continue reading “The day before my mother’s murder, then and now.”

Love in Cemeteries

cem2Last night I was crying before bed. I start crying about one thing, and then move to the next, and then eventually land at my mom’s murder. Not every time, but most of the time I end up there. The saddest story of my life. So there I was, crying and comforting myself in the blanket when I thought “I wish my mom was still here. What would it be like if she were?”
I spiraled down the dark rabbit hole of questions. Continue reading “Love in Cemeteries”