Every other Tuesday for one and a half years I went Baton Rouge Crisis Center for therapy. Each meeting starts with your story. Here is mine: I’m Kelley. On September 21, 1990, my mom, Arlene, shot herself in the chest. She was 50 years old. She passed away that night. My father gave the gun to my mom early on in their marriage. He was a Marine and left us for up to a year at a time. It was that gun my mother used on herself.
This question alone is exactly what we face every single day. The love of guns. My dad asked the police for the return of the gun. I was stunned. It is a mindset I will never understand. He got his gun. I will never got my mom back. My girls never got their grandmother back.
I’ve been in and out of therapy, and I now know there is no answer for the question “why?”