On August 2, 1984, someone broke into our family home early in the morning. My mother was by herself. They shot my beautiful mother three times and killed her. Whoever did this was never caught. They took away a wife, a mother, a brilliant light who was loved by all that knew her. She was funny, loving, caring, and fierce. She loved us we every ounce of her being.
Our family is destroyed, no matter how much time passes. The heartbreak is still there. We go to mom’s grave to visit, we decorate for all the holidays, but no matter what we do, we are broken.
My beautiful mom was 54 years old. We speak about her every day, so she knows she might be gone but never forgotten. RIP my sweet, loving mom.