Outside the Rabbitt Hole and Into Wonderland..
Welcome. Please sit down and enjoy your stay, for it shan't be a short one and, it shan't be long that you wished it
were a not so long one.
Remember - Follow the White Rabbitt
Strange way to start off…
They caught the bastard! After five long years of waiting, Kristin’s murderer has been found. Apparently he has been rotting in some Montana prison since 2001 or so, after murdering some homeless person. I know this is probably an unusual way to start off my new blog, especially given the theme (my travels in India) but, considering this was the single most earth changing event in my life to date, I think it is important to give it it’s due.
The past five years have been gradually less difficult - each year offering up a whole new set of memories to hide those less comfortable. To say that the pain goes away would be a disservice to not only myself but the memories I shared with her. That’s not to say that it doesn’t become easier to manage - no, I’m far to gifted a male at times to say that. However, all throughout these five long years, there have always been those little things that would remind me of her - the sounds, smells, and visuals that would bring her close to heart and mind, eliciting a moment of pause and reflection - and with that, grief.
It’s amazing how adept we are at burying those feelings, all the while believing that we have “moved on.” It’s moments like this when we truly understand how deep-rooted our grief is and how entangled in it’s growth we have become.
When I first read about Kristin’s murderer being found I was, to say the least, shocked. At first I couldn’t believe it - I literally had to reread the paragraph that explained the situation three times. Then it all just hit me. I was overcome by the sheer enomority of it - I mean, this person - no, this freak of nature - this insult to humanity I had long sought to confront, was finally found. The many nights I lay awake at night wishing with every ounce of my being to be transported back in time to shoot him dead; the many nights I lie awake at night dreaming of the chance to scream “WHY!!?!?!!?” at this beast as I beat him senseless - and finally, he has a face.
How interesting that I find myself now in India, a land so foreign in it’s customs yet so pure in it’s heart, as I begin this long path towards closure. In spite of it’s strangeness, I find solace in this land - in these people. I oft recall the many dreams Kristin had of travelling abroad to Africa - of helping those less fortunate than herself. How it pains me so that she would never live those dreams - yet, how happy I am knowing that I take her with me, in some small part, on my adventure.
Kristin, wherever you are, you will never be forgotten and will live on in the hearts and minds of those who know you forever. Until my last breath, I will carry you with me and I pray that you may you now find the peace that you have long wished for.
In loving memory, Kristin Ann Laurite, January 28th, 1975 - August 25th, 2000
(Link to article detailing the findings: Kristin’s Killer Found - www.kristinlaurite.org)
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Remember - Follow the White Rabbitt
Strange way to start off…
They caught the bastard! After five long years of waiting, Kristin’s murderer has been found. Apparently he has been rotting in some Montana prison since 2001 or so, after murdering some homeless person. I know this is probably an unusual way to start off my new blog, especially given the theme (my travels in India) but, considering this was the single most earth changing event in my life to date, I think it is important to give it it’s due.
The past five years have been gradually less difficult - each year offering up a whole new set of memories to hide those less comfortable. To say that the pain goes away would be a disservice to not only myself but the memories I shared with her. That’s not to say that it doesn’t become easier to manage - no, I’m far to gifted a male at times to say that. However, all throughout these five long years, there have always been those little things that would remind me of her - the sounds, smells, and visuals that would bring her close to heart and mind, eliciting a moment of pause and reflection - and with that, grief.
It’s amazing how adept we are at burying those feelings, all the while believing that we have “moved on.” It’s moments like this when we truly understand how deep-rooted our grief is and how entangled in it’s growth we have become.
When I first read about Kristin’s murderer being found I was, to say the least, shocked. At first I couldn’t believe it - I literally had to reread the paragraph that explained the situation three times. Then it all just hit me. I was overcome by the sheer enomority of it - I mean, this person - no, this freak of nature - this insult to humanity I had long sought to confront, was finally found. The many nights I lay awake at night wishing with every ounce of my being to be transported back in time to shoot him dead; the many nights I lie awake at night dreaming of the chance to scream “WHY!!?!?!!?” at this beast as I beat him senseless - and finally, he has a face.
How interesting that I find myself now in India, a land so foreign in it’s customs yet so pure in it’s heart, as I begin this long path towards closure. In spite of it’s strangeness, I find solace in this land - in these people. I oft recall the many dreams Kristin had of travelling abroad to Africa - of helping those less fortunate than herself. How it pains me so that she would never live those dreams - yet, how happy I am knowing that I take her with me, in some small part, on my adventure.
Kristin, wherever you are, you will never be forgotten and will live on in the hearts and minds of those who know you forever. Until my last breath, I will carry you with me and I pray that you may you now find the peace that you have long wished for.
In loving memory, Kristin Ann Laurite, January 28th, 1975 - August 25th, 2000
(Link to article detailing the findings: Kristin’s Killer Found - www.kristinlaurite.org)
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