I went to my dentist today to see about a cure for the aging jaw moving forward your teeth are under a lot of stress thingey. I came home to find my whole RV park cordoned off with police cars everywhere. I made it through a parking lot behind the office to my little section of pie and went inside. I didn’t want to know what was going on out there. There were way too many yellow lines of plastic wrapped across every area that one would think about walking, let alone driving, for me to even consider that it wasn’t something dreadfully serious.

I went about my business, hiding out from the world inside the coach, and got a phone call from someone I know that asked me what was going on in my RV park. They told me it was coming on channel 3 news. For the first time since the World Trade Center nightmare, I turned on the TV and tuned in. I was crying in less than a minute. A little girl of 11 or so was stabbed and almost decapitated in one of the RV’s. The only details given were that a fight had broken out, a woman (believed to be the mother of the girl) had called the police. A guy that may have lived with the family as a step father sort of person (no positive details on that), was inflicting wounds on himself with a (believed to be the murder weapon) knife and completely out of it mentally, stating that he was ‘the devil.’ He was outside when the police arrived and he was taken in to custody.

Two boys, the little girl, Mom, and possibly the guy lived in that RV. I’ve walked by there many times in the spring and fall of last year as I trudged the court for exercise. I said ‘hello’ to the kids because they were always outside. And why wouldn’t they be? I couldn’t figure out how all of them lived in an RV that’s smaller than mine.

I’m sick. I can’t even begin to fathom how the boys or mother will ever come to grips with this. And the little girl is just something that I can’t cope with thinking about. I can’t say any more than that about it.

*report from the LVRJ*