NBC’s Dateline is a show that grabs my interest every time. Any show that is a whodunit is a must see or must read. Yes, I am drawn to those stories. I marvel at how people think they are too smart, too thorough to be caught. Every darned time. I can see where it’s hard to determine guilt or innocence sometimes, and every single criminal claims they didn’t do it.
Some prisoners can be innocent. It happens a lot. There are many organizations formed to investigate cases. Sometimes they find the original evidence is flawed, and others find the case should stand.
From what I’ve seen on most of these shows, it’s rare when granted a new trial, the bad guy goes free. I’m glad, too. It is my belief the justice system works. I know for some it doesn’t. I trust the police, but not our politicians. What do you think about this?
The story Sunday night is one that is old but frequent. Husband kills wife. They were in Europe and the police believed her husband’s story of suicide. Her dad figured it out when he saw her claw marks on the roof. Her hands torn up from the rough shingles.
We lived near some people who had a troubled marriage. The Babe and I had an uneasy feeling about the husband. He acted like an 8-year-old kid instead of a 38-year-old man. Later, their house went up for sale, and sold immediately. The couple were ready to split. They were living in the same house, and their last night there, before giving up possession of their home and moving to two separate apartments. His mother spent the night in their home with one of the two kids. They stayed in the basement. The couple slept together.
The next morning, his mother came upstairs, curious why they weren’t up yet. She went to the second floor but found a note on the stairs. “Do not come up. Call the police and wait down here.”
She called 911. The sheriff found the couple dead; a murder-suicide. He strangled his wife with a zip tie. Whenever I see one, I think of them. He shot himself with a shotgun. I don’t know why the noise caused the mother to see what it was. Their daughter spent the night with a friend, and their son was with the grandma.
What a horrible memory to have. What a horrible event for those children and their grandma. The husband was a narcissist. He exhibited a terrible desire to control her. Even at a neighborhood picnic. Inappropriate PDAs in front of everyone. That poor woman.
When I think of them now, I pray for their kids. I pray she is in eternal peace. It’s come up again since the murderer’s name was Craig. So was the former neighbor.
The people who bought the house still moved in. They had a priest bless their house and had it painted a calming blue. I’m glad they did that. Life has gone on in that neighborhood, in that house. I’m glad we weren’t close friends with the couple who died. It was bad enough being collateral acquaintances. I hope none of you have to go through that and be any part of that chaos.
Have a beautiful Monday. It’s the start of a brand new week, and in two days will be the start of a brand new month. Let’s use it well! Thank you for reading, and we’ll see each other tomorrow. Be safe.