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One year later...
16 years ago
I don't usually share much about myself publicly but it has been a year since I posted about this. A year ago today, someone or someones murdered my father.
No arrests, no apparent leads and no a single call to the tip line despite the substantial reward. My father was murdered in his own home. He was clubbed to death with a wooden chair.
Police believe his heinous act was carried out by two attackers.
It hurts almost as much today as it did a year ago. Murder doesn't just steal he life of the victim. It steals pieces of the lives of everyone who knew and loved the victim. I've spent so many hours trying to make sense of it all. This has destroyed our family.
I don't just have to come to terms with dad's death but with the notion that with every passing day, the odds increase that I'll never find out the answer to my biggest question.
Why? Why did they do it?
Today is not an easy day, but there is one thing that's certain. I will never stop loving my father. I will find peace with this...but not today.
No arrests, no apparent leads and no a single call to the tip line despite the substantial reward. My father was murdered in his own home. He was clubbed to death with a wooden chair.
Police believe his heinous act was carried out by two attackers.
It hurts almost as much today as it did a year ago. Murder doesn't just steal he life of the victim. It steals pieces of the lives of everyone who knew and loved the victim. I've spent so many hours trying to make sense of it all. This has destroyed our family.
I don't just have to come to terms with dad's death but with the notion that with every passing day, the odds increase that I'll never find out the answer to my biggest question.
Why? Why did they do it?
Today is not an easy day, but there is one thing that's certain. I will never stop loving my father. I will find peace with this...but not today.
That's just cruel. I'm sorry to hear this. I hope you can eventually learn why. I hope you can find peace one day on it. I don't have many words to say that you probably haven't heard already and I'm just bad with this stuff. :hugs:
I am just sorry for you. I hope they catch those responsible.
Its really depressing to think that someone(s) would just do it for the hell out of it. What is there to gain about it? Bragging rights?
I'm glad that you accept that you will one day you will find peace, even if it doesn't seem to have a positive outlook and as hard as it is.
to your calm and greater peace old friend.
My love and hugs for you and your family today hun. They will forever be in my prayers with the deepest hope that soon, the questions will be answered and the riddle solved so the healing can begin. Remember the good times today, his little quirks, a funny joke he said, or even the feel of his hugs and know that he loves you as much today as he ever did.
I'm on YIM hun, if you need to talk, or just need a soft shoulder to snuggle or an ear to listen.
*hugs*
I'm a shoulder if you need one <3
You're in my thoughts, sweety.
the only thing i can suggest is poke the officers that are supposed to be investigating
the crime departments dont like having open cases
I can only hope and pray that your father feels some relief to know that his son will not suffer his loss alone. *hugs you so tight*
Nevertheless, such as they are, you have my deepest condolences (empty as they may feel right now).
This is a face of the world that I could wish never needed to be, but it is, and as such, there's nothing to be done but to ride the wave or be taken down with it.
But remember, this too shall pass. For all the good or evil in the world, it too shall pass away.
D.O.P.R
While i can not fully feel for your lost, i can imagine the feelings an suffering your going through.
I was looking forward to meeting Rooofus an Metalhead at Confurence one year, but they were gunned down in the streets of L.A. before i could ever meet them in person. (i just remembered, i still have metalhead's letters to me in my desk drawer.) O.o
The police think they were mistaken for local drug dealers, an were shot down in the street in broad daylight. but to this day, they have no clue who killed them.
I hate hearing stories like this though, mostly for the fact that they make me want to do some killing of my own, and those thoughts leave me with a very queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. :/
Pulp Fiction’s pawnshop scene is rainbows and unicorns compared to the horror you must deal.
No mercy, no easy outs or quick releases. Their suffering must be legend … epic … slow and long.
and there is much of life that is bad..
remember the bad,
focus on the good.
And remember, you are the good.
I still think about this a lot.
I'm not entirely sure what it is I think about it, just that it passes through my head and I wonder and have that bit of anger and frustration about the situation.
I'm sorry that the case hasnt progressed. I hope that the scum that killed your father can be found and brought to justice, even though the justice system really doesnt offer a solution that gives closure to the families of the victim.
You'll be in my thoughts.