It seems every time I turn around the story is screaming to be notice, to be acknowledge even though I don't want to know more. I could go the rest of my life without hearing another word of this sickening story. But I know it will dominate national news for a short time (until some new horrible crime surfaces as mankind continues to invent new ways to inflict pain on each other...) and, of course, the story will dominate the local news for weeks to come.
I'm here to say it's been just over 24 hours since this nightmare ended in some ways and just began in others, and I'm already tired of it. Stop--please don't continue. I've really heard enough to know everything I ever need to know about the story, but I know that's not going to happen. Everyday will bring supposedly new answers to something that can never be fully answered. And the worst part of all this coverage is, nothing can be done to fix any of this; nothing will bring back the innocence lost...
Can there be any good come from this? Can something--anything--redeeming break through the black of evil that is this story. I can see one possibility, one aspect that makes my pained mind feel that there is one thing good about this horror, one glint of light that I choose to think about whenever I turn on the radio, or my computer, or TV.
Somewhere a mother's life is now complete. She has her two sons, sinless, perfect sons and they are her's and they will be her's forever. Because of the actions of another, actions we can hardly understand, a mother basks in eternal happiness. God bless Susan, Charlie, and Braden. You are home.