Valentine’s Day I watched several movies with three of my beautiful daughters, two stinky dogs and my mom.
One is the movie/documentary Dear Zachary.
You all should watch this.
All of you.
It’s hard. It’s sad. I woke up at 3:30 and couldn’t sleep because of what I’d watched.
I think it’s best to watch the show (free on Netflix) and then go to this website, so you can see the way the story, this terrible story, unfolds.
I hope you are changed forever.
When I was about ten or so, my cousin was murdered. Shot to death. She was in her early twenties.
I hope I never forget her funeral.
How my namesake (Aunt Carol) grieved in such a heartbroken way.
How I stood in the sun unable to speak–numb–and how, at a different graveside someone played Taps and my mother broke down.
How later, much later, a student of my mother’s turned out to be the killer’s cousin.
My newest book is a murder mystery.
I’ve always viewed this memory in a distant way because it was just so awful.
Now, maybe, I’ll be able to look at the horrible way people treat one another. But I will never understand any of it.