I was brutally murdered on November 1, 1995. I was 18 years old. It is December 24, 1995. Today, my killer has sent a letter to my family. It reads as follows…
- "I see what you don’t. Write about things least spoken of. Speak less, listen more. Watch less, observe more. Know more by learning more. Attach less, detach more. Be seen less, remembered more. And believe that less is, in fact, more."
- "Today, organs can get replaced but no one has found a replacement for lost trust, abandoned hearts, shattered souls and tears that flowed. Imagine that!"
- "Life is not a straight line. It is a circle. See you a-round!"
- If you do not wish to cross the bridge when you get to it go ahead, take a boat... either way, cross over, you will have to."