Friday, April 15, 2011


A distant relative of my mother—an elderly woman, living alone, whose husband died two years ago and whose only son died nine years ago—was brutally murdered in her Victorian home in Southern Virginia last evening around 9:00 p.m.

The photo above, with police cars and crime-scene yellow tape visible, was taken this morning.

Why would anyone choose to kill a harmless, kind, gentle 84-year-old woman?

I am shaken.


  1. According to my mother, I met her once. I was in diapers at the time.

    Late yesterday we learned the horrifying news that she had been sexually assaulted. It is unknown whether she was alive or conscious at the time of the sexual assault.

    The killer was apprehended within minutes of his crimes.

    The killer is a registered sex offender.

    I hope he fries.