Death Til the End - Softcover

Barnett-Streicher, Glenda

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1456724746 ISBN 13: 9781456724740

Verlag: AuthorHouse, 2011

Inhaltsangabe

My first book "Finding the Me in Me" focused on my thoughts as a parent after then death of Becca. Now I write the story of the legal process that her death required. Not only dela;ing with her death, but dealig with the legal component of murder. I suppose the hardnest part is being a mother you think you always have a say so in your children's lives - whether they like it or not. Legally you find out you don't. This is a journey I would hope no parent ever needs, but will provide some insight into the legal process as you learn to cope with the death of a loved one.

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Death Til the End

By Glenda Barnett-Streicher

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Glenda Barnett-Streicher
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ISBN: 978-1-4567-2474-0

Contents

Preface..........................................................vDedication.......................................................viiChapter 1 – The Beginning..................................1Chapter 2 – Celebration of Life............................21Chapter 3 – Time Keeps Passing.............................29Chapter 4 – Will It Ever End...............................55Chapter 5 – When you're Alone..............................65Chapter 6 – As Life Continues We Go On.....................77Domestic Violence Statistics.....................................79End Notes........................................................95

Chapter One

The Beginning

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth, and the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light; and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day. Genesis 1: 1-5 KJV

There is always a beginning to everything. As we waken each morning we know not what lies ahead. The kind of night we had affects what we have to look forward to and what our reaction to the day will be. We open our eyes to prepare for day, dressing for work, getting kids ready and to school, making phone calls to outline all that is on our calendar, and in general just facing the day with most often a decent attitude. I have come to live by the rule that today may in fact be the last day of my life and try to do what God would expect and set an example for those around me. You see my life changed forever just a few short years ago and that is the story I share with you now.

Friday morning November 9, 2007, at 1:05 a.m. I received a phone call from Thomas Coons. "Well he did it – Jimmy killed Becca."

I'll forever and ever hear those words in my head. Thomas-Jimmy's brother- explained to me that Jimmy had called him from a pay phone and asked that he and his mom come pick him up. Once they got him they drove back to the apartment, where according to Thomas he tried to do CPR on Becca, but couldn't save her and that the paramedics were with her at the time. I screamed at him and called him a liar, told him that this was a cruel joke, until he let me talk to the EMT who confirmed my baby was dead. I then asked God to care for her and to give me strength to forgive. Nothing in my world will ever be the same again.

In order to begin this chronological accounting of the trial process and how coping became a part of my life, the events leading up to it and the first days need to be documented as well.

By profession I am a Registered Nurse and frequently travel as a part of my job. When I received the early morning phone call I was in Shelby, North Carolina, a drive of approximately eight to nine hours or a short plane ride away from my home in Nashville, Tennessee. I was scheduled to return home late that Friday afternoon, but of course I couldn't wait. I had to get home to Becca. I couldn't think straight, much less phantom attempting to drive that distance. I already had a flight for my return trip home. Could it be changed, who was with Becca, what had he done, why was this happening? There were so many thoughts running through my head and I really didn't know what to do first. As previously stated my thoughts went to God — to take care of my baby, to give me strength to forgive and to give guidance to make a difference in another's life because of what Becca had suffered.

I first called my husband – Doc, he had to go be with Becca, I didn't want her alone, then my pastor - Buddy, then the Administrator of the clinics I was visiting on this trip – Jan. Jan was going to call and change my flight home and then come to the hotel where I was. All I could do was pick up clothes and throw them in the suitcase and pace the floor. Who could I talk to, who did I need to talk to? Then it hit me - I better tell the clerk at the desk to expect Jan so they would let her in, after all it was 1:30 in the morning. Had to call Lisa (my older daughter) she had to know, then call my boss and call Tim and Sue they would have to tell Leslie and TJ –Becca's daughter and son. Oh, God what about the kids?

Jan was able to get me on a flight and back to Nashville by 8:30 a.m. As would be expected there were minutes of tears, and just withdrawal – I was alone like my baby was. How could I just be sitting and waiting and not be moving? When was the plane going to leave? It had to hurry and get me there, no delays were allowed. The flight gate attendant saw I was crying and asked if she could help. I explained my baby had just been murdered and I had to get home to Nashville. When the plane finally arrived at the gate they boarded me first. I was able to sit alone on this early morning flight. I remember looking out the windows at the clouds and in my mind actually seeing Becca dancing there. The clouds appeared to be soft and fluffy, pure white and to be open with beauty. The back ground was the most beautiful shade of blue – soothing. Throughout the flight of only about 45 minutes the flight attendant would come back and hold my hand and talk to me.

Finally, I got to Nashville. I still had to get my luggage from baggage claim and go to my awaiting husband. Becca lived close to the airport so my first trip was to her apartment. There was no where else I wanted to be. Adrenalin was rushing through my body, as were the thoughts in my head. Never before had the ride to her apartment seemed so long. The door to the apartment had a biohazard sign. They had removed her body just a short time before I arrived. I can't imagine my baby lying on that hard floor for over seven hours. Who was in her house going through her things, trying to figure out what had happened? The apartment supervisor said I couldn't go in yet, that the crime scene hadn't been released. I just wanted to hold Becca ... was she warm, were they being kind to her? Why couldn't I have gotten there sooner? If I had just seen her before they took her away.

On the ride from the airport, Doc didn't talk at first, allowing me to just think and not question if I was okay because it was a given fact no mother would be okay when her baby was dead. When I finally got up the nerve to ask questions he filled me in as to what he had seen when he got to the apartment before the police took Jimmy. He made it clear to me that Thomas had no blood on his clothing or hands so he could not have tried to do CPR on Becca. There was a large amount of blood from the wounds so if he had in fact tried to save her, there would have been blood on his hands or clothes. Guess he just wanted me to think he was some sort of hero – fat chance, I know his history. There had been TV coverage because it was a stabbing and of course the media covers all the bad stuff in the world. I think we need some good news coverage once in awhile. That isn't really fair to them because they are the local news and murders are news. They released Becca's name about eight that morning after the medical examiner had gotten there and the body had been released to the...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: AuthorHouse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1456724746
• ISBN 13: 9781456724740
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 108
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