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Comment by Valerie on October 20, 2020 at 2:42pm

I can relate to your experience. My mother was just recently murdered by her partner/spouse. He shot her 3 times. At least one shot was to her head, the other two shots I'm still waiting for the autopsy report to know where the other two shots were to. When speaking to the homicide detectives I wanted to know all the details of everything that happened. They wouldn't give me specifics, all they would tell me was that we couldn't have an open casket for her. So now I'm left with this need to know and try and find out what exactly happened to her and why. Police still have no motive and none of us know why this happened.

Comment by Wendy on December 6, 2019 at 7:10pm

My heart goes out to you as I recently experienced the loss of my husband who was murdered. We had been together 31 years, married 27. I remember as if it was yesterday, the phone call, the driving frantically to reach the crime scene, waiting for the official word. Telling my Sons and grandchildren. My husband was murdered June 8th in White Swan, WA. One of five people shot and killed. It was important for me to know where his body was up until the time he was buried although I remember few details during that time as it was the most horrific day of my life. Like you, I dreaded seeing him but needed to. I was told by law enforcement that I should not. While waiting for the coroner to release his body I waited by the door of our home, just waited. I held his phone in my hand at all times. I knew he was coming back. I knew what I'd been told and what I was hearing in the media could not be true, could not have happened to my family, to my husband. The media was relentless. There was nothing for us to say, almost six months later, there is nothing to say. Because as you know, it's not a news story to us, it is our new reality. I wish I could say it gets easier, unfortunately I don't know that it does. Every day I think about what happened, so many unanswered wuestions, so many things I've second guessed. Along with my sadness, I feel stigmatized, as if everyone knows and has opinions about what happened. I suddenly became the woman who's husband was murdered. Not a membership I'd wish on anyone. Please know that you're not alone, we both are here and so are others. We are not alone in our grief. Thank you for sharing. 

Comment by Deanna N Nash on June 22, 2019 at 11:11am

6 days ago my husband and soulmate was brutly murdered and everyday gets a little harder I haven't seen him yet he's held up at the corners and I'm terrified to see him but I need to see him to convince my mind that this is real and get closure my life seems so out of touch with reality