Forty-one years ago today.Posted: March 22, 2018
My brother Tim’s body was found in a ditch along Gill Road on March 22, 1977, after six long days being held captive, raped and tortured. I found this poem in a box of documents my Mother had saved. It must have meant a lot to my Mom, because she saved it and surely it evoked very painful memories. Andrea, thank you.
I also ran across an email from a dear friend, who passed away this year. She was the kind of friend who sent me flowers in March, acknowledging the loss of Tim and the sadness of losing a sibling, a loss society generally ignores. She ended this particular email (discussing a tip the police disregarded back in the day and again in 2011–and frankly, to this day) by saying “It takes a village to raise a child . . . it will take that same village to finally let him rest in peace. I was part of that village.” Thank you, Bridget.