One of my childhood friends was murdered and then decapitated on Monday, February 16, 2004, in Pasadena.
I can't get my mind around it. It is so senseless, so horrible. I'm so angry.
I hadn't seen her in years. We knew each other from grade school, and church - and then she went to a girl's Catholic high school, and she and I lost touch.
But my memories of her as a little girl are strong. We used to be unable to sit near one another in church because we would go into complete hysterics throughout the entire mass. Or, let me put it this way: We still sat with each other, despite the danger of laughing all the way through. We would sit there, shaking with hysterics over God knows what, tears of laughter pouring down our faces, our stomachs HURTING with suppressing the guffaws.
It was apparently a murder-suicide. Her boyfriend murdered her, cut off her fucking head, and then walked out onto the Interstate and was killed himself.
I just don't understand it. I am angry. I am upset. It's so unfair.
I remember the laughing face of my 9 year old friend.