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out a scar on his hand and shared the story of what happened to Craig. His brother laughed. He said when Craig was young; he and his brother were messing around. He put his hand through the screen door. Not the story I heard. A lot of eye-openers were brought out in the open that day. His old girlfriend was present. She was also a flight attendant for a different airline. “You are one lucky girl to be alive,” she said. Craig had beaten her up so severely that she was placed in intensive care. He accused her of cheating on him, which she had not done. He was in her apartment when she came home one day and started hitting her. She ran into the closet waiting till she heard his footstepsleave. When she thought he was gone, she opened the door only to find him still there. He beat her until she almost died. Why was she there at the funeral? She still loved him.
I came home from the memorial exhausted. Mom and dad told me a certified letter was sent to their house. It stated that Craig owed a lot of money to the IRS. If he did not pay it within fifteen days, he would be thrown in jail. He must have known this from prior notices. Now things made more sense. Craig kept urging me to stick with him for six more months and not pursue the annulment. “Just six more months,” he said. Maybe it was because he wanted me to be responsible for his debts as a wife. I remember him saying coming from a Christian background, I could never leave him. Thank God I had the strength to leave.
I was in a lot of trouble financially. I remembered Craig saying he put my name as the beneficiary of his $25,000 life insurance policy with his company. I knew it was probably null and void because it was suicide, but I was desperate, so I called his boss. We talked intimately about everything. She said Craig always said his region in North Carolina was a gold mine. His papers showed nothing. She didn’t know what he was doing. She told me the best thing I could do is to put everything behind me.
I went with mom and dad to visit some relatives in Illinois. While driving home to Georgia, I felt something might bewaiting for me. I didn’t know what, but it wasn’t a feeling of dread. As I approached the house, I reached with anticipation into the mailbox. I was hoping something good was in there, but nothing of interest was inside. I usually can trust my intuition, so I hurriedly entered the house. There, was the blinking answering machine. I immediately replayed the messages. There was one from his boss informing me the insurance policy went through. I jumped up and down with joy. I called Craig’s boss back. She asked if I would repay Craig’s thousand-dollar loan and some other miscellaneous debts. I thought back to Craig’s conversation. “I am going to leave this company and take them for at least a thousand dollars.” I said absolutely and thanked her profusely. It paid off most of the debt incurred. The only things left were the emotional scars.
eath is part of life, but what about life after death? For those of you who think death is final and there’s nothing beyond, you may want to skip this chapter. I am going to tell my own personal story following Craig’s suicide. During the stalking days, he said, “I am going to haunt you forever.” He indeed did!
While I was attending Craig’s funeral, I went to his childhood park to be by myself. I felt I wasn’t alone, though. I sat on a swing gently rocking and said out loud, “If you’re here, I want you to move that empty swing back and forth.” I looked and looked. Nothing happened.
Whew! He’s gone
.
About a week after the funeral, my family gathered around our dining room table. We were talking about the whole unbelievable nightmare. You go through so many emotions when something like this happens: denial, responsibility, relief, guilt,etc. I kept feeling a slight breeze touch my arms. After the third time, I looked to see if the ceiling fan was on, but it wasn’t. My mom
I came home from the memorial exhausted. Mom and dad told me a certified letter was sent to their house. It stated that Craig owed a lot of money to the IRS. If he did not pay it within fifteen days, he would be thrown in jail. He must have known this from prior notices. Now things made more sense. Craig kept urging me to stick with him for six more months and not pursue the annulment. “Just six more months,” he said. Maybe it was because he wanted me to be responsible for his debts as a wife. I remember him saying coming from a Christian background, I could never leave him. Thank God I had the strength to leave.
I was in a lot of trouble financially. I remembered Craig saying he put my name as the beneficiary of his $25,000 life insurance policy with his company. I knew it was probably null and void because it was suicide, but I was desperate, so I called his boss. We talked intimately about everything. She said Craig always said his region in North Carolina was a gold mine. His papers showed nothing. She didn’t know what he was doing. She told me the best thing I could do is to put everything behind me.
I went with mom and dad to visit some relatives in Illinois. While driving home to Georgia, I felt something might bewaiting for me. I didn’t know what, but it wasn’t a feeling of dread. As I approached the house, I reached with anticipation into the mailbox. I was hoping something good was in there, but nothing of interest was inside. I usually can trust my intuition, so I hurriedly entered the house. There, was the blinking answering machine. I immediately replayed the messages. There was one from his boss informing me the insurance policy went through. I jumped up and down with joy. I called Craig’s boss back. She asked if I would repay Craig’s thousand-dollar loan and some other miscellaneous debts. I thought back to Craig’s conversation. “I am going to leave this company and take them for at least a thousand dollars.” I said absolutely and thanked her profusely. It paid off most of the debt incurred. The only things left were the emotional scars.
eath is part of life, but what about life after death? For those of you who think death is final and there’s nothing beyond, you may want to skip this chapter. I am going to tell my own personal story following Craig’s suicide. During the stalking days, he said, “I am going to haunt you forever.” He indeed did!
While I was attending Craig’s funeral, I went to his childhood park to be by myself. I felt I wasn’t alone, though. I sat on a swing gently rocking and said out loud, “If you’re here, I want you to move that empty swing back and forth.” I looked and looked. Nothing happened.
Whew! He’s gone
.
About a week after the funeral, my family gathered around our dining room table. We were talking about the whole unbelievable nightmare. You go through so many emotions when something like this happens: denial, responsibility, relief, guilt,etc. I kept feeling a slight breeze touch my arms. After the third time, I looked to see if the ceiling fan was on, but it wasn’t. My mom
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