Those with any legal knowledge or background should get a kick out of following the link and going back through the filings of those who have come in and out of the case... oh yeah. Classic. Right? You better believe I'm (a) not surprised at all and (b) biting my tongue (although not fully since I am venting here). I mean seriously. Not my place to say anything. But I'm sure you all can read my mind by now.
As usual, I've got more to say about everything. I've been distracting myself with some silly business in the last few weeks, but the bottom line is that no real amount of distractions can help me work through all the things that come with this time of year... I've got this time line of events that keeps running through my mind... one friend called it a morbid calendar. I get their thinking behind that. But I also think there's just some things that you will never forget. It's not like I have it penciled into the calendar to remind me. No, it's completely the opposite. It's more of a "oh wow, it's the 13th, the day he should have been home, the day I spent hanging curtains in the bedroom and front room to surprise him with" and after writing in the date on a check "July 18th the day I had enough of sitting still and my mother and I drove down and started our own search for answers" and today, today was the day I confronted the police department about my two hour interview and the line of inquiry and the real whereabouts of the car... only to have the Captain Cooper of the Canon City Police Department call me a few hours later and ask me to get back to the hotel so he could come down and personally tell me that Jim had been found two days before and that they had just positively identified him. And tomorrow is the day the teams swarmed Salida. The beginning of the end for those responsible. It still boggles my mind how they were so certain they'd get away with it...
Yes, I've got bigger issues and fish to fry still. You see, while they're all arguing over what he left I'm still dealing with what I've been left without and how close my family came to having to deal with losing me as well. Two years later I still can't step foot in the K-Mart parking lot let alone the store. I shiver every time I see the Quiznos. I close my eyes and see the images from the trial.
It may be time to get some professional help for PTSD.
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