Re-blogging this post from October. My friend Sharon was killed by her ex-husband.
On Friday, September 29, 2000, I lost one of my closest friends, Sharon, to domestic violence. Today, I am remembering her and her beautiful smile.
Sharon was in an abusive relationship. When the townhouse next to Ronnie and I came available for rent, I told her about it. Finally feeling like she had options and with somewhere to go, Sharon decided to leave her husband, Art. She moved into the townhouse with her two children, a son and a daughter who were close friends with our two sons.
Our homes shared a common wall. Not only was I happy to have my friend close to me, I also felt that with her right next door, we could protect her.
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