It's been a week. A week of wonder, mystery and sadness. A week ago today, a mother and her disabled daughter were murdered in their home....just blocks from our house. It was a magnificant shock, since the most serious crime in our quiet little borough seemed to be a stolen bicycle or vandalism (paint) on the baseball field shed. A member of borough council was interviewed by the media and said he cannot remember anything like this in over 40 years, if at all. It has also been reported that the police are confident this was an isolated incident and residents should not be too concerned.
Ok, so I admit, I am not too worried that there is some random murderer out there. But I still just cannot admit that there are people that would do such a thing regardless of the randomness or not. Who deserves such a death? Certainly not these two women.
The updates on the crime have now disappeared from the media. This could be a good thing, because for the first few days I was glued to my laptop, constantly checking mcall.com or wfmz.com for more information. I was hoping to read that someone had been caught and arrested and we could all breathe a sigh of relief. But now, a week later, nothing.
I have driven past the home where the women lived several times in the past week. A few days ago, the yellow police crime tape was gone and is replaced by bouquets of flowers along the driveway. A sign that this is not something forgotten by the neighbors and those who knew these women.
So now what do you do? Go back to your normal routine? I guess there is nothing else to do but wait patiently and hope that whoever did this was careless enough to leave some evidence. They certainly were careless enough to take a life. I just can't imagine the guilt (or not) the murderer must have. I was uptight and nervous the day I cut school on senior skip day....a minor thing compared to what has happened in our quaint little town.
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