Six months
So, today is the 6-month anniversary of the murder of Jeremy and Kyleigh Crane. Also, on December 8, 2011, I lost my best friend, Ginny Fletcher, at the age of 55 to a stroke. Then, on December 16, 2011, my last grandparent, my papaw, Charles Richard Cross passed away from this life at the age of 92. That week was a week of pure hell for me, as have been these past 6 months. Dillan's mom passed away on March 5, 2012, a day before her 70th birthday.
I have seen more death than I care to see right now. From November 2010 to March 2012, I've had 7 deaths, 3 of those were my grandparents. I know, to be in my 40's and to have 3 living grandparents is amazing. I am thankful for that. I really am. But, it doesn't take away the hurt and agony I feel because they are gone.
But, as much as I miss my grandparents, the deaths that get me the most is that of Jeremy and Kyleigh. Jeremy was 21 and the fiance' of my niece, Angel. He loved her so much and made her so happy. Kyleigh was only 7 and had such a future. Jeremy had stayed home with her the day they were murdered because Kyleigh was sick. Jeremy adored his niece. His love knew no bounds. Kyleigh also has a little brother that is left behind, left with a broken heart knowing that she won't be there to hug him when he gets home or does an awesome job playing basketball.
I am so angry because one of the people who committed this horrible offense was Jeremy's best friend, a best friend who Jeremy stood by when said best friend was accused, and later acquitted, of rape. Jeremy lost friends because of this "best friend" because he stood by him. And then this "best friend goes and kills him over a PS3, and X-Box360 and $40 of weed. This best friend lived with them and Kyleigh called him "Uncle Mike". She was killed by someone she loved and trusted.
I just can't wrap my head around it. I am still so angry over it. I really am. If I were alone with Michael Bell, I think I would do very cruel and torturous things to him. I want him to suffer, slowly and painfully. I don't want him to get the death penalty because I want him to suffer. I know that's wrong and that could come back and bite me in the ass, but, right now, I don't care.
So, six months later, I am still not over the deaths of Jeremy and Kyleigh. I doubt I ever will be. I have precious memories of Jeremy (like his nicknaming our cat, Hermione, "Ninja Kitty"). He was a good man who loved his family and those who would be his family.
Jeremy and Kyleigh, you are missed but we know that you will always be with us.
I have seen more death than I care to see right now. From November 2010 to March 2012, I've had 7 deaths, 3 of those were my grandparents. I know, to be in my 40's and to have 3 living grandparents is amazing. I am thankful for that. I really am. But, it doesn't take away the hurt and agony I feel because they are gone.
But, as much as I miss my grandparents, the deaths that get me the most is that of Jeremy and Kyleigh. Jeremy was 21 and the fiance' of my niece, Angel. He loved her so much and made her so happy. Kyleigh was only 7 and had such a future. Jeremy had stayed home with her the day they were murdered because Kyleigh was sick. Jeremy adored his niece. His love knew no bounds. Kyleigh also has a little brother that is left behind, left with a broken heart knowing that she won't be there to hug him when he gets home or does an awesome job playing basketball.
I am so angry because one of the people who committed this horrible offense was Jeremy's best friend, a best friend who Jeremy stood by when said best friend was accused, and later acquitted, of rape. Jeremy lost friends because of this "best friend" because he stood by him. And then this "best friend goes and kills him over a PS3, and X-Box360 and $40 of weed. This best friend lived with them and Kyleigh called him "Uncle Mike". She was killed by someone she loved and trusted.
I just can't wrap my head around it. I am still so angry over it. I really am. If I were alone with Michael Bell, I think I would do very cruel and torturous things to him. I want him to suffer, slowly and painfully. I don't want him to get the death penalty because I want him to suffer. I know that's wrong and that could come back and bite me in the ass, but, right now, I don't care.
So, six months later, I am still not over the deaths of Jeremy and Kyleigh. I doubt I ever will be. I have precious memories of Jeremy (like his nicknaming our cat, Hermione, "Ninja Kitty"). He was a good man who loved his family and those who would be his family.
Jeremy and Kyleigh, you are missed but we know that you will always be with us.