I’m a senior citizen now, but I have never lived through a time when murder was as epidemic as it is now, and at this moment, it is the topic for the broadcast media.
At the moment, it’s the George Zimmerman trial and verdict eliciting all sorts of comments and opinions. How very strange some of the thinking is out there. I was a little girl in the early ’30s and as near as I can remember murder was unheard of. The saddest thing we heard was when the Lindbergh baby was kidnapped. We were, as kids, devastated.
Life was so simple back then and peace seemed to reign until World War II happened in the ’40s. And even then, civility was never out of the equation and patriotism was at the highest level I have ever seen it. With the exception of the war, it was the happiest of times. I think probably it was the civility and respect we had for others.
Now the word murder. It goes clear back to Bible times when Cain killed Abel, his brother. Murder destroys families not — just the act itself but grief that never goes away. I do know the actual word, murder, in my own life. My only daughter, beloved by everybody, was murdered in Florida during Hurricane Katrina in 2005. She took in a homeless young man who became the perpetrator and is at this moment spending life in prison.
There are no words in existence that can describe the shock, hurt and grief. And the void, that’s endless. Her young grandson was angry at God and became suicidal. It leaves its mark on whoever it touches.
So please may we understand that murder is more than just a word. It hurts us all, it diminishes us as people. This writing is in memory of my beloved daughter, Becky, who left us all July 20, 2005. Your family will always love and cherish your memory.