Discouraged and Discarded

I went to the police about the murder and they ultimately discarded the case when my father died. So, the accomplice gets off scot-free and ends his days on earth fulfilling his pleasures.

I am so tired. I’m scared to try to resurrect this beast again but I am going to try. I long to make this right — for the murdered woman, her family and myself.

Will justice prevail? Which time has it ever prevailed?

I plan to make a series of videos that outline the events of the day of the murder. Then, show the facts as I found them. The hospital records that prove when my father was admitted and gave me that date of the murder. That date very possibly found the victim — the only missing blonde woman in June of 1968.

Why am I writing about it today?

Because so many of us never seem to see justice around crimes. The injustices our hearts carry is a burden. The weight is real and the cost can be daunting.

I’ve seen no justice for my own children’s abuse, and I’ve seen none for my own. At the end of the day, I’m sadden but the unreleased anguish it causes.

Pray for me, please.

Pray that I can bring the end of the story to this murdered woman’s family. Pray that the man who helped kill her and then bury her will be held accountable. He’ll get off scot-free for his child molesting ways and I’m ok with that. The murder, however, he needs a reckoning with.

If I fail, then I fail. At least I’ve tried.

Originally published at http://prisonerbynocrimeofmyown.com on January 19, 2021.