Loss

On March 16th a woman named Kelley was killed by her husband. When I first read the article that reported her missing and that the report had been filed by her husband, I knew he killed her. I have followed the story until his arrest yesterday.
I don't know much about Kelley other than that she had four children. I know she was left on the side of the ride eighty miles after she had been shot in the head.
I worked with battered women for years. And this news still hits my heart so hard.
She died on May 16th, 2010.
Sometimes when I hear of a woman's death I try to remember exactly, precisely what I was doing at the time. Did I feel, in a moment, the loss? Was I aware of the loss is some small way that I can now identify? I want to know what I was doing while I was living life and this woman lost hers .... is there some clue, some activity of molecular or soulful vigilance that gives sisterhood warnings, make us more aware of the lives around us and of their absence. If there is a sign inside me, I want to recognize it.