Posted by swank chick on February 28, 2002, at 11:19:41
when i was 16 i had my palm read, she told me that i would be married 3 times in my life...one would be for money: when i was thru using him for his money i would leave him, another would be for love: she told me that he was going to die, and the last one would be when im old and grey and tired of being alone i would marry for comfort.
at the time of the palm reading i was in the early stage of dating a guy named david...we became very close very early on, by the 4 month mark we had moved in together to a little apartment in florida. he was absolutly perfect (my perfection, not the normal). we were together for about a year and a half before i got pregnant (not entirely an accident) and he was sooooo happy, i was freakin out and all he said to that was "dont worry we will take care of it together" then came my beautiful son...who looks like a clone of his father. so there we were all happy like a normal family, he was the best father, everything i could ever wish for. we were living in virginia by then, by the way. so my sister was getting married, she lives in florida and happened to be marrying davids best friend since 2nd grade. so we are all excited for them and we plan to go down a week early to spend time with family and help then prepair. when we get there we find out a few things less than good. the husband to be is being a total ass, and he was being slightly abusive to the 7 month pregnant bride to be. so david was not having any of that and decided to have a "talk" with him, ended up in an argument. long story short he didnt go to the bachelor party, he went out bowling with one of his cousins. i went to the bachelorette party, got all drunk and passed out at my sisters house. so the next morning i woke up at like 7am, after going to sleep at like 630, so i couldnt figure out why i was up so early.....well i call over to my brother-in-laws house where we were stayin, and david wasnt there, he hadent gone there last night...i was a lil concerned at this point cause he never EVER told me that he was going to do something and then not do it w/out warning me first. so i start callin everywhere i think he could be, his fathers, his cousins that he was out with, his mothers, everywhere....no luck. finally everyone in the house was up and they all started getting ready casue that was the wedding day. and i told my sister what was going on and she said "dont worry honey, im sure he is fine" but i knew she didnt mean it she knew him too well. so all morning and into the afternoon im going thru the motions...getting my hair done, makeup...all that wedding day maid of honor stuff, while callin hospitals and police stations and anywhere i could think of. nothing. finally at like 3pm im completly freaked out. but i cant do anything cause were on the way to the wedding....my sisters "big day" when all i wanted to do was find him. so we go thru day 1, nothing. day 2, the police found our car ransacked and left in an orange grove the night before, my brother in law(davids brother) and his wife, my father (who was there for the wedding) (my mom, er step mom who is more of a mom to me than my egg doner, stayed at the hotel with my son) and davids psyco drug addicted father go out to the grove, i found my sons jacket, which was in the trunk of the car, in the dirt...horrificly sad moment...
so we walk around the grove for an hour or so looking for clues but of course nothing but the jacket cause the police had already been there (they didnt see the jacket cause it was dark when they found the car and it was khaki and the sand/dirt was the same color) so we leave and go to the police station to find out what the hell is going on, they cant tell us anything cause they dont know. so we go back to the brother in laws place and there are 3 news vans out front waiting for us. we talked to then, or they talked cause i was in shock i think and i couldnt speak. they leave and i just went to sleep, woke up the next morning(day 3 i think) and it was the same thing, just talking to everyone trying to figure it all out trying not to lose it cause i needed to be there for my son, my mom(step) decides that she is going to take tyler(my son) home to virginia and get him away from the mess of what was happening, so she booked a flight and told me to just focus on finding david not to worry that she will take care of tyler as long as it took. shes a godsend. my father stays in florida with me, he says that david was the only son he ever had and he would stay with me untill all 3 of us were on a flight home together. crying at this point so bear with me as i finish this post. well that was the day they arrested the first suspect...his girlfriend had turned him in cause she had seen him in the car that was on the news. the second suspect as it turns out was already in jail (arrested the next day for a drive by shooting, shot a man in the leg...he lived) they arent talkin. day 4 one of them tells the police that they had seen david and his cousin in a parking lot (david had this fav store where he got hot wings from the deli) and they had carjacked them, not too many details at this point. so day 5 one of the suspects claims that he wasnt there when it happend but he knows where they (david and his cousin) were. he leads them to an orange grove 2 towns away where they find david's body, shot multiple times close range exacution style and his cousin the same. they both had their wallets in their hands according to the police and it looked like they had been down on their knees when they were shot. so we know they are gone. day 6 we are allowed to see the car, theres blood sprayed accros the front, the passenger side wheel is bent, from a chase the police apparently called off after 10 mins. the chase happend the night they dissapeared.
would they still be here if the police persued the car, who knows? what was david thinking when he died? was he thinking of me? of tyler? did he have to watch his cousin die? did he suffer? how long was he there bleeding to death before he was gone? did he fight back? was he scared? where is he now? can he see me? hear me? does he know that i miss him and love him more than life? does he know that his son is turning 3 next tuesday? does he know how hard it is to look into the eyes of my son and see him? does he know that i am still greiving 2 years later, that i still cant manage sometimes? does he know that he was my angel? will i ever be able to ask him?why do things like this have to happen to the best people in the world and not to the deadbeat my sisters husbad turned out to be, he left my sister a week after her daughter was born, shes now 1.5 years and has seen her father once for an hour when she was 3 days old. he has never been there and never paid a dime towards diapers food clothes...it makes me sick to think of a parent who dosent want to see their child. and i dont understand why one who was the most loving and supportive father ever would be taken away. i cant say im at a loss for words cause i just wrote some, but i will never understand, which i think is a good thing because to understand would mean i know how it feels to not want to be with my son every waking (and sleepin) second of my days. i am greatfull for him, despite how difficult he can be alot of the time and all i hope is that he grows up happy. he is the reason i am alive, if it wasnt for him im postivie i would have given up a long time ago.
what was the point of this post? i think i lost it somewhere in the first few sentences....
poster:swank chick
thread:19014
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