17.11.10

Twenty Years

Twenty years ago today, one of my friends was murdered.  I'm sorry that I never got to know her as an adult.  She was a girl with high hopes, a generous spirit, a quick smile, and a contagious laugh.  My last memory of her is of her laughing.  I have a little trouble believing that it was two full decades ago - that we, all of her friends, managed to grow up without her.

5 comments:

hannahjustbreathe said...

Oooo. Dorothy. Wow, I just got chills...

Catherine said...

I fell asleep last night thinking about this, and about you. A beautiful memory of her... I'm so sorry.

Dorothy said...

It was a chilling thing. I can't say that it haunts my life on a daily basis, but when I think about her and the fact that her killer is still walking around while she's not, it's hard to accept. Thanks for your sweet words, both of you.

Catherine said...

Her killer is still walking around?? Ugh. I think that might contribute to an impossibility of accepting it.

Dorothy said...

Yeah, he's still out there. And everyone knows who he is. The whole thing was a mess - a lot of politics and influence thrown around coupled with crappy investigative work. He's been arrested a couple of times since for things like public indecency (masturbating at a bus stop) and public intoxication and he had a girlfriend who disappeared - we all hope she went back to her country of origin to get away from him, but who knows. It sucks.