You haven't heard from me in quite some time - more than 2 years to be exact.
And for good reason.
I've been a bit preoccupied, you see.
These two beautiful souls are my two oldest children, Karen and David.
(I know, a lot of people look at this photo and their first impression is that they are husband and wife... but no, they are just close siblings, 16 months apart, and the best of friends.)
I've been consumed with the emotions, tasks, repercussions, aftermath and just plain disbelief, that comes when a mother has to bury two of her children.
Yes.
You read it correctly.
I had to bury two of my children.
No parent is prepared to bury a child.
Certainly not two at once.
Karen and David were murdered.
Karen shot in the face and chest with an M1.
David shot in the back with a Taurus .45 pistol, after taking 2 other non-fatal shots, trying to save Karen.
I can't type anymore right now....
I'm just trying to breathe.... even after 2 years...
