Write a victim or not write a victim....

I always find myself in odd situations, and here's just another one. All my life growing up people have judged me based on things that family members of mine have done. I never really understood it, and it never really bothered me, but here lately I've been wanting to write letters to the victims (or the families of victims) for which one specific family member of mine committed crimes against. (I have an uncle who went on a killing spree and was once said to be a serial killer). I know that I didn't do the crime, and I'm not planning on apologizing for the crimes committed against them by my uncle, but I do want to apologize that my uncle made them and their families go through that ordeal. I don't plan to make excuses for my uncles behavior, or try to explain his actions away. I simply want to write them a letter, and tell them who I am, and apologize for what my uncle caused them. So what would you do, how would you go about doing this type of thing? Would you write them, or just forget about them? Let me know as I am interested in hearing what others think is the right thing to do/ or what they themselves would do in this situation.


Willow Monroe

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Have you found Jesus

Today, some church people came by, you know the ones who come by knocking and asking if you've found Jesus, and inviting you to attend their church, and badgering you for refusing, and telling you not doing so will send you to hell. Yeah those people came by today, so I answered the door, and they ask me the grand question "Have you found Jesus", and here was my reply, and no I'm not kidding. "Yes, and no you can't see him, I'm holding him hostage in my attic until we can all get along, and he's on a diet of bread and water, because I do not allow alcohol in my home". Well some of the people laughed, but this one lady she didn't she seemed quiet miffed about it, so she starts to ask me something and I rudely interrupt her, and say "Don't worry, I'll tell him you came by to see him", and I walked back in and closed the door. Now while I don't think this was the best approach to my situation, I have had a rather trying day, and the fact that I think it's rather rude for people to try to push their religious beliefs on others is more so why the reason I did it. No I don't regret it, nor do I think I'm going to hell for having a laugh. On another note, school today was so long seeming, we did a lot of role playing, one person was pretending to be the patient, the other was pretending to be the interviewer. Today I learned, that I have a "built in" way to reflect to others. That is, "reflection" comes easy to me, it's something normal like tying a shoe, or combing your hair, according to my professor they are suppose to teach that skill later on in class, and that it's quiet difficult to learn for many. So I'm glad I already know how to do that, and I don't know how it could be hard but oh well. Also today I was up getting ready for school when all the sudden I walked into my other closet, right into water, yes the rain here has leaked through my roof, down my walls, in my carpet floors, on my robo cages (for those of you who don't know what a robo is, it's the smallest hamster in the world, I have two, thumbalina, and tom thumb). Tons of my clothes drenched, boxes with things for our move was drenched. I had myself a little come about like that of a child with stomping and cursing I wasn't happy to say the least. But now I am fine, just tired. So this is all for this post, I plan to do a few more posts soon that you can keep an eye out for, they will be dealing with a few different things like "Is it ok to write the victim of a crime's family, even if you didn't commit the crime", I'll elaborate on that topic more when I write it up, which hopefully will be sooner than later. Also "If you think your friend's death could have been avoided, and don't know how to tell the family, what would you do", again I will elaborate more so on this topic too when I write about it. I am glad many of you read and reply to my postings, I'm glad to share bits and pieces of my life with you all. As usual feel free to leave comments, messages, or send me emails if you want to ask anything, or disagree with me.


Willow Monroe

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Update on my life....

As many of you know, I've been extremely busy with school, but it has been going well aside from all the work lol. This post isn't about school however, this is about what I've been over the past several days. As some of you know I have been looking at houses and have been going to see a few but have only found a couple that I enjoyed enough that I wanted to purchase them. So the other day doing my typical house search I ran across a house that seemed like it was in a good neighbor, seemed like it would be big enough and wasn't far from where I currently live so I decided to go see it. My family and I load up in the car, drive over to see it, it may have be 10 minutes from where I live if that. So we get there my fiance says, "hey I heard stories about this house when I was younger", and of course I ask what type of stories, and he just says "oh just stories", and so we look around the outside while waiting for the lady to come show us it, and it's close to all the schools, the middle school is pretty much in it's back yard. It was close to stores and restuarants so I was pretty happy with it, it needed it's grass mowed and you could tell it hadn't been lived in for a bit but it appeared to be a good house from the outside. Finally the lady arrives, she shows us the inside, it was cool looking, she said they had added on the second floor in the mid 70s and that it was to be sold as soon as possible and for us to just make an offer and she would send it in. The carpet was different in some of the rooms, and the bathtub was rather old looking and had some staining in it, but that was fine, we can replace a tub and it didn't have a shower so we'd replace it anyways. We talked about it for a bit and ask the general questions about its foundation, and heating and cooling, and pipe work etc, and I noticed that the lady seemed really anxious when we walked toward certain areas of the house and she seemed to want to go outside as opposed to staying inside the house. It was 106 degrees outside, it was hot as hell and the house seemed a bit cooler given it wasn't cool but it was a lot cooler than outside. I don't like seeing people uncomfortable so I ask her if she'd rather go outside and talk, and I didn't even finish the sentence and she was like "YES, Yes please can we go outside, if you don't mind". And so I agree, we go outside, and my curiousity is being peaked because of her reaction. So I say how my fiance' had said there were stories about the house when he was growing up, and ask if she knew anything about it, that's when shit got weird. She turns pale white, ghostly white, and I'm like "are you ok ma'm" and shes all "yes, I'm fine, ummm, there's always stories about older houses you know how that goes" and I say "yeah" and nod, and I'm waiting for her to answer my question but I see that she's just got this terrified look on her face, and so my fiance' asks her if she's sure she's ok, she's looking rather pale, and if she needs to sit down. And she says to us, "I know I can lose my job by telling you this, but you don't need to buy this house, don't buy it please.", and I'm like, "What, wait why not", and she just tells us to go home and search it. So she gets in her car and leaves, and we are standing there like what the hell was that. So we go home and of course I'm going to search the damn internet for the house. It only took a few minutes for me to find it and what I found absolutely terrified me.
The article read like something out of a horror novel, a lady who once was a teacher at the middle school behind her house, was killed in that house. Her name was Mrs. Clay, she was awaken by an intruder, who broke in he had been watching her for a few weeks, knew that she was a widow and lived alone, waited by a tree outside her house for almost 4 hours by his own admission, waited for her to go to sleep, cut her screen door, and unlocked her back door. He crept into her room where he beat her with a rubber malet which he found in her kitchen, raped her, stabbed her over 47 times before dragging her body to the bathroom placing her in the tub and practically decapitating her. The family that moved in after her death had added on to the second floor and never took out the tub that she was officially killed in. The STAINS that we seen in the tub where that of her blood!!! When I finished reading the articles about that house, I called the lady thanked her dearly, decided that from this point on I will research every house I even remotely think I'm interested in because according to our laws, you only have to inform a person of a prior death in the house if it has been less than 2 years since it occurred. So that was my experience with house searching, it's scary as hell to think I was in a house where someone was murdered, let alone tried to scratch the blood stains off before realizing they were stains in the tub and all while not knowing anything that had occurred in the house. How many of you have ever experienced something like that? Anyone every researched their house to find out it's history, you may be surprised what you find.

Willow Monroe
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