Remembering the past, even one you do not own but inherited, can be a challenge to recall. I will do my best to keep to the facts that I know, but I promise that the experience is one I could not have imagined. This is an experience that only those who have struggled through and came out on the other end could really appreciate or fully provide details. I can only imagine what my mother went through as a child.
I’ve always wanted to tell her story, even before I lost her. In the last months, I did not want to bring to life memories that had been buried so deep. It wasn’t until I was sitting at her bedside in the hospital that I realized that this story is something that I must tell. She made a point in her last days to fill in details I never knew. She told me “…Sherry, you need to know what happened.”. I honestly do not know all those still alive today who know the true story. What really grabs my soul is that even at 68, she felt guilt. That word should never be part of her vocabulary. Have been. I think she needed me to know so that she could rest her heart. Taking another life must have had such a firm hold on her. A hold that I hope I can express in the right way and give her the justice that she deserves. Justice that no man or justice system could provide for her.
Finding Sherry 