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What A Double Murder Taught Me About Forgiveness
When Choosing to Move On, Others Saw Her As Guilty
In the Bay Area town of Hercules, a shocking double murder occurred on a cold February afternoon. A shadow of suspicion fell over a mother who had lost her husband and a twelve-year-old son.
This was not some scene from a crime novel, it was reality, a reality that showed me that not all crime scenes are distant, sometimes they happen to people we know.
I was nineteen on the chilly, rainy February morning that in retrospect seems appropriate, the rain, the newspaper wrapped in plastic, the early morning darkness as I opened the door, picked up The Newspaper and read the News.
Bay Area Double Murder
A mother walked into her home that day to find her husband and son brutally murdered.
Wait, did they say Sue?
I dropped the paper in shock, taking it into my parents. This family had been part of our lives even before I was born.
I looked at the laptop sitting on my desk, a gift from Neal when he learned of my desire to become a writer, a gift he had given me shortly after I graduated High-School only months prior.
“Writers need the right tools.” I can’t remember if those were his exact words, but the implication…
