My sweet 19-year-old sister’s life was stopped abruptly last February. No forewarning, no goodbye. Still, almost 10 months later, we don’t even have a reason for this tragedy. It was senseless gun violence.
Molley was extraordinary.
I miss her jokes, laughter, hugs, confidence to be herself and ability to turn a few cheap thrift shop items into something breathtaking, stylish and always edgy. Molley was the most unique person I think I will ever meet. Her presence was always known and her absence will always be felt.
Molley was so determined. If she wanted to do something, she made it happen. She survived a lot of hard times. As soon as things were on the rise, the unexpected happened. I can’t help but wonder every day what her last day was like. I just hope she died a happy little girl and is happier in heaven now.
Molley’s death was entirely preventable, which hurts even more, and I believe makes my entire family feel the least bit guilty, even though none of us pulled the trigger.
A world without Molley is world with less love, laughter and beauty, and I cannot believe it’s the world I am living in.