My sister Patty was a witty, compassionate person who was always there for me. Honestly, she was the best sister you could ask for. On September 15, 1997, she was shot several times and killed by her ex-boyfriend after he had kidnapped her and taken her across several state lines. He was a convicted felon who never should have had access to a gun.
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my sister terribly. After Patty was killed, I never sketched or painted again. It was a gift that both Patty and I were blessed with and a love we shared together.