Hi Sexy,
Where to begin... the last 119 days have felt like an emotional roller coaster, but none as tumultuous as today. Today I found myself sitting back in the courtroom with the individuals who have brought me so much pain... sitting with the individuals who took you from me... from my family... from the kids... from your family. I know you were there holding my hand, wrapping your arm around me, holding me near... and that's why I was able to sit there for the nine hours of testimonies (well, the parts where I wasn't ushered out of the room due to the graphic content of the exhibits). But how I did it, I'll never truly know. And Mom, she managed to sit there through it all... I can only imagine how that was... she loves you so much that I know it wasn't easy for her either.
Once again we had a passel of people come to sit by our side and support you. I am still surprised by the generosity and compassion of the police force here. It's a family affair and for that I will be eternally grateful to many, many, many people.
I was also pleasantly surprised by the appearance of your good buddy, Ken. What a treat it was to finally meet him and to have someone besides my mother and I in the room who had actually met you and interacted with you. I've said it before, but it can always be repeated... you truly were a reflection of your friends.
So much more has transpired over the last twenty-four hours and you have waited patiently by my side while I have attended to what needs to be done. That has been harder for me than sitting through the hearing today... watching and knowing that the last time I was in a situation like that I was with you... and then you look so much like him... I see your eyes... your nose... your ears... your shoulders... your hands... even the freckles and age spots on your hands and shoulders are identical and I can hardly keep from crying when I look at him.
If it all happens for a reason, I wish someone could tell me what that reason is...
I love you Waddles. I still can't believe that you're gone. But after what I have seen and heard today there is no doubt... you're not going to be walking through the door anytime soon...
Love always,
Tara Ann
6 comments:
I don't know how you did it. Will this part soon be over?
Tara-That is such beautiful sentiment. makes me cry:)
That is a beautiful picture. Keep being strong... he IS with you!
http://themountainmail.com/main.asp?Search=1&ArticleID=15152&SectionID=4&SubSectionID=&S=1
Excellent journalism! This portrays less yet gruesome details of what actually transpired. Very tasteful.
These dogs and those in their circles stand the closest to Satan's malefic nest that anyone could ever be. One could just imagine having known them as kids or eventually stood next to them in a line at the post office or grocery store, worked beside or received service from them at their jobs "hard workers" that they are, even sat at the same dinner table with them, what pure evilness inhere in the swamps they call hearts and what maleficence drip from their very being.
What does scares me and it should be in the minds of all parents and human beings--is it learned or is it birthed?
greg said...
August 14, 2008 8:58 PM
What a friend. No mention of love of Jim nor Jim's love for his children and what he had endured for their well being and safety. Which ultimately was used to "lure" him to her web. This is most likely a member of the "Be right with Jesus or be left" crowd or even closer related than that.
Confused? Like a drowning rat, who's used to and continues doing the bullying and not paying the consequences, maybe? Or maybe told at sometime this endeavor would be "easy"-cause no one would ever know and counting on good ol' Jim. Nothing in life is free.
"Jim's friend", I think you underestimated Jim's astuteness to his estranged wife's shananigans or her greed and the characters she's related to or has been involved with--you are not the first idiot, she's had lots of experience through the years. And by witnessing the behind the scenes activities by some,continues to be condoned for her thoughts,behavior and virtuoso of the kidnapping,unnecessary torture,and grisly murder of the father of her children. They are grandchildren. They are a niece and a nephew.They are students.They are a playmate or a teammate.
"Jim's friend", you've been played.
We are taught about free agency and these devils and those in thier pack (either by physical presence or harboring the truth before and/or after or continue to)chose this path. I do not and will never feel sorry for any one of you jackals.I wonder if at anytime you are afraid to close your eyes? Are you afraid to meet our Maker? I'm sure JIM wasn't.
Your actions or inactions have and continue to shatter the lives of many.Beginning with two very innocent children and one lovely man. All these souls wanted throughout their lives is to be trully loved. And what have they gotten in return for their sacrifices?
Tara Ann, they need you to make sure all is made right. You are a Browneyed Angel and the loving soul that was and is very much needed in all our lives. Thank you.
Love and Blessings!
Goes with above
"Greg" posted August 14
No arrests made at time. Body released.
Tara Ann,
Perhaps you could enlighten some of Jim's friends. We had no idea he had a girlfriend even though he was married. This seems very uncharacteristic for the Jim we all knew. Can you explain how long you were with Jim, how you met Jim and why you dated this married man. And if you know, can you explain why Jim lived a double life and told no one about you, even though you apparently were so important to him. If you were so important to him why did he end up leaving his wife only after she decided to leave him. These are questions that we would desperately like to know the answers to, because the Jim we know would never have cheated on his wife, we are very confused.
Thanks everyone. Your words are so kind and comforting that I am at a loss of words tonight...
I agree doTerra. "Greg" has made the choice to only believe what he/she has been fed by the very cunning and sly ways of those close to them... it's too bad that they don't seem to have enough sense to see what is so blatantly in front of them and instead to use intimation to justify their lack of a mot juste.
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