This past Sunday was Mother’s Day.

Jesse killed Bella then himself on May 8, 2014, three days before Mother’s Day that year.  Raffi wanted to go to a park where her circus teacher was doing demonstrations.  I of course said yes, as I was trying to do anything to give her some joy after having to tell her what happened two days prior. But as I walked into that park on that sunny day, in shock, dazed, and numb, I saw probably every four year old dirty blonde, curly haired girl in all of Portland. Of course. I then swore off Mother’s Day. Continue reading →