I think I've mentioned before that the body of a local woman missing for 20+ years was found under the she din her back yard. I knew this woman. Volunteered at school with her, her older son in class with Josh.
I read a follow up today that the defense attorney for her husband wants to re autopsy the bones only he can't because they have been cremated. It had something to do with the coroner and that her sons had handled the bones.
OH MY LIVING GOD. I have this dreadful thought in my head of the sons, crouched beside the exhumation hole holding onto their mother's bones as if they were finally getting to hug her close. Her sons are men now but I see them in my head as 10 and 7 as they were when she tucked them into bed that night and kissed them goodnight only she didn't know she was giving them her last kiss.
This whole thing breaks my heart. I can't even dredge up a roaring anger against the bastard that killed her and burried her in the back yard of the house where he raised those boys!!!! All i can feel is the sorrow of the boys, the heartbreak and the loss of their mommy.
I think of all she missed out on, too. Watching those boys grow. Watching them grow from children to men. Watching them find their way, fall in love, laugh, cry, sigh. Snatching a hug from them, reveling in her pride in them. Touching their faces, smoothing their hair, just loving them every minute of every day.
I suppose the boys holding her bones were loving her as well. Did their tears fall onto the bones? We they reluctant to give them up? Did they remember their mother as they last saw her? Did they pray for her? Have they forgiven their father.
Those poor boys, that poor woman. The horrible situation.
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