Today, I am thinking of my late sister, Cristi Curtis. She was shot to death by her estranged boyfriend on July 19, 2007. Many things have changed since, as time ever goes on; but missing her has not. I dreamt about her for the first time in maybe a year at the beginning of this week. She was mostly just there, unlike some of the interactive dreams I had when she just passed. So, today’s blog is simply a reminder that I’m still thinking about you Cristi, you are still missed and loved by all those left behind, and my awareness to domestic violence quadrupled since your passing. Moreover, I am still thinking of ways I can support and educate others on domestic violence issues. Here’s to the hope of seeing you again.
Peter and I were barely working between the two of us, he had been laid off and with struggles feeding Levi I was barely pulling 5 hours a week. We were at the DHS office applying for food stamps when Peter got the call that yes indeed TriMet was offering him a job. We had been at the DHS office since 7:20 am and we finally got home close to 10:30 am. We barely set our things down, relieved that there was more money in our future and we could at least buy food for our small family when the phone rang. It was my mother. It was one of those phone calls where you just know something is wrong, and how wrong it was. She asked if I was sitting down, and I think I sat down. She didn’t wait to tell me and simply said, “Cristi is dead.”