LETTER TO THE EDITOR: Father reaches out to person responsible for death of his daughter on Christmas Eve
Merry Christmas — two simple words that are said between family and friends, but how does someone get up on Christmas morning and say Merry Christmas knowing they had participated in setting a house fire that killed two people Christmas Eve 1992.
Now, 25 years later you’re older, maybe you think you are wiser, maybe you have a wife and a family. If so, do you ever think about your children dying in a smoke-filled room?
Maybe you have neighbors or friends — when there is a cookout, do you light the fire and think back to Dec. 24, 1992, when you helped kill our daughter Joesette Purcell and her boyfriend?
I figure if you are married you go to church and now you feel you are now forgiven. Forgiveness is when you get off your pity pot and have the guts to come forward.
All these years, you have fooled your family, your friends and your minister, but you have not fooled anyone but yourself.
No matter what you say, you have no feelings, no remorse, no conscience.
If you are married, maybe you told your wife about the fire. Of course, she was upset but you assured her it was just a mistake.
Everyone makes a mistake when their young murder is no big deal. When you look into the eyes of your wife, do you see the eyes of Joesette? When you kiss her, do you taste smoke?
You did not know that Joesette was within a couple of feet of a window where she could have got out, but you and your friends made sure the fire was hot and the smoke was thick.
A few hours before, with a clean conscious Joesette had told friends she had Jeff, a new job and a family who loved her. No matter how you put it, you were involved.
So, go to church Christmas Eve, get up Christmas morning, look into the mirror and see what you see . . . someone who has deceived everyone — someone with no conscience.
Christmas Eve, we will be at the cemetery taking Joesette a dozen roses. We have many happy memories of Joesette, what kind of memories do you have?
Come forward and show people you have a conscience.
So, Merry Christmas, sleep tight, sweet dreams.
— John Purcell, Auburn