High Nite Lite. Up to now I've had three previous YFs who have died. I am glad that they were all adults at the time. One was in a head-on collision on his way to work. Another hanged himself and another was murdered over $20 worth of dope. I just recently was able to find his obituary. There was a picture of him apparently at his wedding. It made me feel very sad. There was all kinds of stuff that I could find about the incident. His murderer was sentenced to 40 years in prison. In another era of my life, meaning that I was only 14 years old I read about a boy who had been murdered by some freak in a town in Michigan I think it was. I think that the article was in Good Housekeeping magazine. I think the title of the article was the town that dreaded Sundown although I'm not sure about that. The boy was 11 years old and he was abducted and murdered. I was so moved by the article that I took it around my neighborhood and read it to the homeowners there. I asked them to sign a card which I intern sent to the mayor of that City. I even wrote a poem to go with it. The title of the poem is "What Shall We Do"? I requested of the mayor's office that he would forward it on to the family of young Timothy. It was a morbid tale. He was abducted and murdered. The article explained that his body was immaculately cleaned before it was laid out in a ditch of compacted snow. I felt so sad I felt as though I had to do something. Anyway, I guess I've been and emotional weakling for my entire life. |