As I was preparing to share my sister’s story today, I began looking through some of my papers. I also came across the newspaper article; it was about two paragraphs. What stood out yesterday was, “Police had not determined what set off the violence.”
Our family never thought he was good enough for her. He was rude, didn’t treat her with respect. He was able to isolate her from the family. After he attempted to run her and her son off a bridge, he finally went to jail.
Then one day, I got a call. She had someone she wanted me to speak with. It was him. He said, “I owe you an apology. Remember when someone cut all your tires? That was me. I wanted to burn your car up, but it was too close to the apartments.” I told him, “You don’t owe me an apology, you owe me a deductible.” Well, soon after, she married him. I was transferred to Fort Riley, Kansas, but quickly had to return because she had gotten ill and needed someone.
On July 15, 2006, just three days before her birthday, my sister was shot by her now ex-husband several times, in front of her daughter, while she held her two-week-old baby and her teen grandson. She had divorced him and was moving on with her life. She had reported that he continually violated his restraining order.
My life will never be the same. I miss my sister.