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Yesterday I was getting ready for work when I received a phone call. I was told that a person close to me and her daughter had died in a fire, and that there were no other details. The news nearly knocked the wind out of me. Mr. Elliot and I couldn't do anything but hug each other and I went to work in a total daze.
As the day progressed, more details emerged. Their deaths are now being investigated as a homicide. They were brutally murdered and their house set ablaze because someone wanted to steal her car, which was found abandoned a few miles away.
I have dealt with loss before as we all have, but it was loss that "made sense." Someone was old, or sick, or there was an accident. This... I can't process it. She was a lovely person. Beyond lovely. She devoted her life to children. She was so happy and lively, a chatterbox who loved making jewelry and walking her dog. As of now it appears this was a random thing, someone chose a house and it was hers.
I don't want to put up our Christmas tree. I don't want to decorate or do much of anything really. I find myself crying at random times. Yesterday I left flowers at the place where we had so many wonderful talks. I could do nothing else, and now it seems so silly and insignificant.
This just wasn't supposed to happen. She should be wearing one of her tie-dyed tee shirts and listening to Christmas carols right now. Her daughter should be looking forward to school vacation. It is a nightmare we can't wake up from.
As the day progressed, more details emerged. Their deaths are now being investigated as a homicide. They were brutally murdered and their house set ablaze because someone wanted to steal her car, which was found abandoned a few miles away.
I have dealt with loss before as we all have, but it was loss that "made sense." Someone was old, or sick, or there was an accident. This... I can't process it. She was a lovely person. Beyond lovely. She devoted her life to children. She was so happy and lively, a chatterbox who loved making jewelry and walking her dog. As of now it appears this was a random thing, someone chose a house and it was hers.
I don't want to put up our Christmas tree. I don't want to decorate or do much of anything really. I find myself crying at random times. Yesterday I left flowers at the place where we had so many wonderful talks. I could do nothing else, and now it seems so silly and insignificant.
This just wasn't supposed to happen. She should be wearing one of her tie-dyed tee shirts and listening to Christmas carols right now. Her daughter should be looking forward to school vacation. It is a nightmare we can't wake up from.