22:47 Jun 10 2023
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First- let me tell you about my Aunt. My mothers sister. She lived in Orlando, FL. Rich, single, no kids. She was older then my mom. She had a love hate relationship with us kids, as in she never wanted any, but by gods you ever open you mouth to one of us, she would attack and take names. She was a typical snow bird. Meaning she came back to Ky. to stay with us when Fall arrived. She loved the change of the season and stayed till the first 'hint' of snow. Then she flew back to her small beautiful clean home to only be talked to by phone once or twice a week. Till the next Fall. Then she flew in, and turned our home into her own hotel for 4 months usually.
Vacations? We invaded her place. She lived near Disney, the beach, etc. And she had two guest rooms that we *a family of 7* would camp out in. It drove her nuts. But payback is hell as they say. We all got along, in short time frames, and loved each other at the start, and strangely at the end of our times together. The middle- Well, she never wanted kids and on this me and her was very much alike. Chaos of people, children was not within our cooping skills.
I was at a friends home, playing card game with her and her mother when we got the call. I was around 20 years old, maybe 22. Its been over 35 years, to get the time frame right. See I was at that friends home, but her hubby came home so her family lived within walking distance, I walked down to visit them. Normal country living visiting. My family knew I was at my friends home so she got the unpleasant duty of coming to tell me that my sister was calling, to come home. I knew something was wrong but was assured it wasn't my family. She offered to drive me. Looking back, I should of taken her up on that offer. But at 20, you know it all.
When I got home I learned my Aunt was dead. A friend of her's had been calling for a few days and she did not answer. So after church she came over to her house, used her key to get in. It was only hours later we found out she had been killed. Following is the 8 years plus to of hell of trails. And to this day- one of the two men who enter the home, forced their way in, is still sitting on death roll in FL. I hear about a death roll inmate being put to death, I will not lie, I smile. Evil? I learned what evil was at 20 years old. The other, who turned witness, is out, free, walking and living life. He swore he was not in the kitchen when she was killed.
She was found in her U shaped kitchen. On the floor, penned in. Her face was bashed in, had to have plastic surgery to have a open coffin, with a veil over her face. Broken bones, fingers, and cuts. She fought back, you see. They kicked her, knifed her, broke her fingers to get her rings. They trashed her house, leaving her blood on the white cabinet walls, doorways, bedspreads, closet doors, and so much more.
Why? Surely you want to know why? Let me tell you. My Aunt, while rich, came from a very small farm and had nothing most of her life. She made her living with real estate in the rich parts of Orlando. She never lived in that area, but she sold them. Her country ways, her country accent, her honest no cheating lead her into a very rich life. She didn't spend it. She lived fall below her means. At the age she was killed- her golden years of 60's, she mostly just handled her rental properties.
And that is what got her killed. Not the renters, but a brother to one. She my aunt was kind to people. She was known to understand you get behind, that you have bills. So this one rental, as so many we learned, she was kind to. And being the country girl back 35 plus years ago, she would take cash in for rent. At her home. This guy, whom testified against this brother mind you as he said "She was a good woman, would of helped him", took this killer to my Aunt's home and he watched as she took the cash rent money in, standing at her kitchen doorway.
That is when the plot started. They unscrewed the bulbs off her security lights. She, being a night owl, was in her sunroom located at the back of the home. The two hop the fence, and with no lights going off, was in the house before she knew what was happening. The sunroom was off the kitchen area. She ran. And they caught her.
It didn't take long of them to figure out who did it. Well, I say that but the service at FL, then she was flown home to have a service here in her home town, we had to deal with not knowing who had killed her. FL had two detectives at the funeral. Family members was shocked at how she looked, only so much they can do to rebuild farcical bones. I felt sorry for my cousins, but my mother told us she looked nothing like she had the last time she flew in, in her Cadillac, to visit till snow was coming. No, my mother and sister held nothing back during this whole thing.
A reward of offered, interviews done with family, newspapers and TV. The home was cleaned up enough that the family could go in, pack out her belongings as it was put up for sale. All the time the police was looking, and getting calls. Pawn shops with videos of who was selling her jewelry. The brother who came forward saying his brother had cuts on his hands, burned his clothes on that night. Even the girlfriend who was wearing our Aunts rings as she sat in the police station, asking if she got the reward money. And the State Trooper who paid attention to the call out, out of state, who noticed it at a gas station. Arrested the two men, one still wearing the shoes that left bloody footprints on the tile flooring, and used to stomp her face in once she was down. Like I said- I fucking cheer when I hear a lifer gets his sentence carried out.
The trail- my mother and my sister, *the one who dies less then two years ago* went to every trail day. They sat and listen to the reports, they saw the photos of her body. They hears how she was killed. And how long they expected the attack to of lasted. They dealt with the press, the calls of friends, of people who knew her. They drove by her house, seeing the roses she loved dying without the loving care of her hands.
This is how I know, when you talk of lost, of a pain unlike anything else. I have had that pain- of a lost one taken from you at least 4 times. My Aunt, who had so many years ahead as she was healthy and happy. My dad who died suddenly. My mother, who passed after years of failing health. That is its own kind of hell, and would not wish that on anyone. Then my sister who fought so hard, but subsume to her death after 28 days of suffering. So when you talk to me about loss. I understand.
But I want you to understand this as well, my friend. I understand rage. I understand the need to get vengeance. I understand the desire to see someone dead. To know, deep in your heart, that they need to stop being alive. Eye for a eye? Sure church going folks will say to forgive, to find it in your heart.. screw that. I will dance in glee when that fucker is put to death. Just as I check the one who is walking free, to see how his life is going. More jail time- shocking.
The world will be better place when they both die. I just hope I outlive them, seeing as the death row lags so much with the ones fighting it so hard. He freely admits to killing her, but blamed the case of "gonorrhea" that was left untreated. Yes, he tried for the 'crazy' defense.
When that fucker is put in a grave- I will cry only tears of joy. I understand pain. And I understand rage. That darkness is not a stranger to me. That ended when I was 20 years old, and its an old friend. As much as some days when I see a Micky Mouse, or I see even the news about FL. I think--- will one of my regrets as I lay on my own death bed be that I did not pay to have them killed? Would that be my last wish?
I know the answer to that. And as it is written- I am sure you do as well.
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Theodora
11:41 Jun 30 2023
Wow that sounds like sensory bliss. I will have to try showering in the dark. My luck, I will slip and fall. LOL.
Vampirewitch39
00:54 Jul 01 2023
You should try it Theodora, its something. I love showers outside, when camping in the shower tent too. That is refreshing as well.