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.
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/1202867-dear_zachary/
Official website
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.
Never.
Throwing Up Words 
Carol, I don’t think I can watch this. I have so much hurt and misery in my life already. I’ll think about it.
I more than understand. And my daughters sobbed. Still, everyone should watch this. It will change you.
I watched this, on my own one night while I was folding laundry. Cam and the kids came home from swimming and I was crying. In bed instead of letting Cam watch it himself, I told him every single detail. Heartbreaking.