This one is easy for me. My sister Chrisy, my ONLY sibling, was brutally murdered by her own husband on May 29, 2022. He shot her twice in the belly, then once in the back of the head. Wrapped her in their bedsheets, a dog tarp that covered the dog’s cage, taped with black tape. Threw her in the woods like she was a dead animal.
What was the saddest thing I have seen after someone died?? The day we had to plan my sister’s funeral. We walked into the funeral home. My sisters 3 children, aged 22, 21, and 20, my dad and my mom. We went to walk back to the room. The woman helping us just happened to work with my sister at the Franklin County Prison for a few years. My sister was lieutenant (all 120 pounds of her lol).
As we went to walk into the room to make the plans, my sweet innocent mother, an angel on this planet, turned and started bawling and ran. She ran into the bathroom and sat and just sobbed and sobbed. I held my mom so tight. I was 38 at the time.
Only time I held my own mama sobbing uncontrollably in a time of complete desperation. And I couldn’t make it better. Like she would for me as a child, I could do not a damn thing but hold her as she screamed and wailed for her firstborn. The first child she ever loved, the first kick she felt in her womb, the first birth she experienced, her sweet tiny lips.
