April 15. To most folks, the date is usually associated with the IRS and tax returns.
Since 1969, it’s been a reminder to my family of the day we lost my sister, Rose, to domestic violence. I recently discovered a couple of photos from her wedding day and am sharing them today in her memory.
This first picture is so….1950’s. I love the swirl of her dress. And her little pumps (she wore a size 6 1/2 shoe). The snapshot was cut in half by my mom following Rose’s murder. And understandably so.
This next photo was found in my late aunt’s photo album. That’s my mom on the left, her sister, Lucille, beside her, then Rose and Rose’s husband. The little girl on the far right is me. I was not quite four at the time, so I don’t remember anything about that day. But I do know that this was taken in the yard of the groom’s parents, and we were standing by a goldfish pond.
(For those of you who may be wondering, Roses’s estranged husband was sentenced to twenty years in prison and served four years before being paroled in 1973. He committed suicide in 2009.)
Sad memories of Rose’s tragic death will be at the surface today, but I’ll try to push those away and focus on happier times.
Been doing that since 1969.
~These Day Of Mine~