Today marks the 25th anniversary of her murder. I miss her everyday, especially now. I’m reposting this in her memory…
Mother’s Day is quickly approaching, coincidentally, it is also my 30th birthday. As if that wasn’t frightening enough (childless + unmarried = spinster), I get to spend my birthday fighting back jealous thoughts about everyone else who gets to celebrate their amazing moms.
Dear knife wielding intruder,
I’m sure you hardly think of her, that mother of 3 young children that you stabbed repeatedly back in 1989…but I do.
You must be elated that they were never able to connect you to her murder, and so you are free, roaming among the rest of the population, living your life as a free man. Surely you must feel like you’ve gotten one over on everyone – how smooth and clever you are.
I’m sure you don’t have nightmares of her lifeless blood drained body, lying supinely in that doorway…but I do.
She wakes up, her green sweater still soaked with blood…
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