Kitty with her big Sis.
Sis is four years older than me and Little Brother is six years younger. But both their hair are darker. I was much younger looking when I could dye my hair red but alas, time did not catch up with me but health issue have. We try to meet for sibling gatherings a few times a year.
We do not get together as often since our parents are gone. Little Brother keeps their graves looking pretty with seasonal flower arrangements.
Since my parents are gone, I try to stay out of Smith County. Reason, a guy I dated a very long, long time ago would almost be considered a stalker. He would chase my parents down on the streets to try and get them to give him an update on me. He even gave my parents inappropriate gifts to be given to me. Since he was a councilman in their county they were afraid to offend him and just took the items and did away with them. He came to my Mothers funeral and burned a hole through me with his stare. When my Dad died, he tried to take my hand and I stuck them behind my back and glared at him. Then he sent me a large packet with a huge letter stating what he had done for my family and what he had accomplished. It made me VERY SICK to my stomach. I gave the packet to my little brother as I did not wish to have it in my home. Just in case the stalker does something stupid in the future.
Why I ever dated him boils down to the fact that I wanted to go to the Junior -Senior prom in my Senior year of High School. The young man I had dated for over two years decided that he no longer wanted to date , because he said we wanted different things in life. He thought, I wanted to marry and he wanted to go to school. I had no desire to marry but he wanted to end it before he started to college.Fact ( he married several years before I even considered marrying. I had seen the turmoil married life had taken on my parents and others. When I was asked the question are you gonna get married? My reply was always there are worse things than living alone.) Going back to the story, the old boyfriend felt bad that he was not gonna take me to the prom, so he and a few of his friends decided to literally push the stalker out in the hall to ask me to the prom. I knew what those boys had done and it made me mad and embarrassed that they thought they had to provide me with a date.
I in turn took my anger out on the stalker when I should have just hit the old boyfriend in the nose with my fist.
Thus the kitty justice is when I go back to Smith County, I have to keep looking over my shoulder.