Tribute to Judith Foglesong Kangilaski

My sister was murdered in 1991. The gunman who killed her in her own home was never apprehended. She never had the opportunity to meet her five grandchildren and they never knew the talented woman who could have taught them so much. Her younger daughter died of leukemia three years ago on the night before Christmas Eve. Her daughter was robbed of the mother who could and would have supported her during her illness. I am 70 years old, my other sister is 86, and our brother is 74. I fear that we will never know what happened or why. It is an ache that never goes away. You do not recover from this kind of loss. You accommodate it so that you can move on with your life but the pain is always there. A song, a picture, a flower, anything that triggers a memory brings the pain back again and again.

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