EDITOR’S NOTE: Four years ago today we suffered a homicide in our home. I wrote this account a while after the murder happened.
For me it’s one of those days years later folks ask, “Where you you when . . .?”, or “What were you doing when . . .?”
Like 9/11 or December 7, 1941 (attack on Pearl Harbor) or November 22, 1963 (the day President Kennedy was assassinated). It’s a day that sears our memory.
Today is such a day for me. One year ago today, November 10, 2013, after our two granddaughters’ birthday party, my estranged, evil son-in-law shot and killed a dear family friend and paralyzed one of her daughters for life–in our garage. He fled the scene and the state. Six days later, as law enforcement closed in on him, he committed suicide in the car of an unsuspecting driver who gave him a ride.
It’s a dark anniversary for our family. But I am grateful to God for the blessings He has given us and grace and mercy He has shown us since that day. I will never again doubt His faithfulness and provision in our time of tragedy. Our church family embraced us and loved us through our darkest days and the months that followed.
We live a “new normal” now that, each day, outshines the day before. We have renewed hope in a brighter future in a realistic way. And we all walk just a little closer to God.
What satan meant for evil, God used for good. We serve an awesome God. If you’d care to read about our homicide experience, here is a link to my blog post of the account.
At the bottom of the blog you will find links to the newspaper accounts of the homicide and the subsequent suicide.