Date Line MSNBC Makes its way to Aurora, Ohio USA

I make plans to spend 2 days with a good friend and Alpha Sister from College. She works for FOX NEWS in Atlanta, Georgia!
I'm on Travelocity and got a sweet deal on my ticket. This is all too good!!

Besides spending an afternoon of reminiscing of our college days. I came with goals to establish. I was able to do just that. I explained this situation involving my sister and her boys and what they were made to endure as a result of the Aurora Police Department, namely the guy with the title of Police Chief. (By the way, Ive become more organized and prepared with all of this information. There is no clouds of confusion or ambiguity as it relates to what happened. Its now part of a file that is in a time line of events that is outlined.)

After a long silence since Sherida is not able to comprehend her reading with background noise, so NO TALKING,..SHHHHH! SHHHH!! SHHH!

She raises her head mouth open and head shakes back and forth. Immediately she pulls up all the geographical information on Aurora Ohio and is in utter disbelief. She says over and over, This is horrible, unbelievable, and disgusting!!

As I get off my plane at Cleveland Hopkins, I see there is voicemail. I decide to check it, ordinarily I'm in no rush! I have to stop and replay and replay and replay. This is surreal, I can't believe I'm listening to a voice mail from Chris Hansen, and return number included. WOW! I've never been star struck ever, but only realize it as a result of how my insides are feeling right now.

He is in New York, and lets me know he will be available until 730pm, and its only near 230pm now. I run, get to my car, take off my jacket, take a drink of my Propel, and have to put on some lip gloss, it only seems fitting!

I dial and on the first ring he answers, Chris Hansen! WOW! His voice sounds just like on TV but I hear fatigue in it. I address him as Mr. Hansen, its only proper, let him know my name. He perks right up and says he has read and re read my time line outline many times, and is a bit shocked. He makes me aware he will need to get a release from my sister and her oldest son since he is 18 or older. I give him Gunar's fax number and tell him to fax them ASAP. He keeps my number and will be in contact within 24 hours.

I now have to convince my sister, to go forward with this. I meet her for dinner and realize as I look across the table at her this has taken a toll on her. My sister was always smiling and the voice that has always said, "Stand Up Straight" as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek! My big sister,

"Blessed is the peace maker For They are The Children of God"

I look at her forgetting my intentions and go back to the day I took her to the funeral home to make funeral arrangements for her husband. She hears someone in the other room say her husband has arrived. She makes it known to the Funeral Director, "My husband is here,...I have to see him, I have to, as she sits crying. He trys to discourage it, but she is adamant and says, "I've never not seen or spoken to my husband in this amount of time. I need to see him, I have to." He looks to me stands up and makes sure she is going to be able to handle it. We walk pensively into the huge almost blinding bright white room and as I look to my right, see a brown paper bag with my brother in laws name on it. Jimmy is standing there, sincere and compassionate has a chair pulled up next to the metal table her husband lays on. My sister, tells him, "I just need to sit and see his face, a shroud is OK" I grab onto her and hold on until she is sitting. It then seems only she and him are in this room. She touches his face, and then kisses his lips. I hear Jimmy say, He just looks like he is sleeping, several times, but I know my sister doesn't even hear him. She sits and says his name, over and over between sobs. She then points out several little cuts, and holds his hand, asking him, "what am I going to do, you were everything." My sister has always been the brave strong one and seeing her melt down before my eyes is deeply saddening. She says to him, " I miss you My heart is broken ,life has forever changed, what am I going to do" I have to now block out her words, I look and see Jimmy wiping away tears as well as Nick. Nick passes the kleenex to Jimmy, takes two for himself and passes the box to me. The reality sets in throughout this day, My sister will never be the same. She will never bounce back from this. The remaining 9 months of that year was more than any family should have to endure. My sister ceased to function, basically the gregarious outgoing bouncy girl became disconnected from life, apathetic. Rarely would she leave the house, since she didn't want anyone to approach her and even offer sympathy, it was too painful, not to mention the folks that would approach in Aisle 5 at Heinens to ask for details. It was too much. My family watched and saw Time Marching By, she didn't realize or sense it. My mom was certain that after two months, it was time, she should be OK. We got my sis to attend grief counseling and listen to sad sad things offered by the people there. I whispered to my sister after hearing about another husband dying and leaving behind young children, That is sad, My gosh! My sister looked up and said I can only feel the sadness that has become a part of me. My sister offered only this when it was her turn. " I had dinner with my husband, the night was surreal, our lives were always happy, but I experienced true adoration when our son was born and we knew he would live and I was alive too. I never experienced that in my life. We had met at the restaurant and we are ready to leave. My husband says Follow me, but I was tired and don't see well at night, I tell him, It's too dark on the highway, I'm taking 91 home." "My husband grabs me hugs me and says I've always loved you from the moment I met you, and I always will!" Ive always be true to you and always will be!" The words he spoke penetrated my soul and time stopped for a moment, I love you and I turn right he turns left. I pull into a gas station to get a diet Pepsi and realize I was looking northwest at the horizon, just stopped. It was like the sun was shining on the horizon and it was midnight, and as I pull the door open I heard my husbands voice turn around and call his name" It was weird, and more weird was I got home and he wasn't there, he always beat me home" As tired as I was, I couldn't sleep, I never went to sleep without him. I fell asleep sitting up, something I never did. I awoke hearing the garage door open up and go to the door only to see a garage with one car not two, and see a bright light shining through the garage window. I go out in my bare feet over to the window thinking the lights were the headlights, only to see an empty driveway. I look out to my street and stare into the black of the night and heard a voice say, "He's never coming home" I got spooked and ran back in the house. I fall off to sleep after feeding my baby and am wakened up to a pounding pounding and thinking I locked the garage door, As I go down the steps I realize the pounding is at the front door. I then am made aware that one second in time has forever changed my life" This was the looking glass to look inside and hear and see, Up close. My sister learned to stuff down the pain deep inside. She had to face it everyday, and get that kiss of reality no one ever wants. She went back to work in January 2004. It was a huge step for her, to return to work and deal with her co workers. She wanted to go to work and work. She didn't want to have to relive that night again. My mom was always gauging how she was doing, and spoke it to me, I think to convince herself. She seems to be doing pretty good, she is back and getting re connected at work, she seems to be bouncing back. I never commented since she wasn't. She would never be the same, and Mom couldn't deal with it. My family got used to the base line my sister got back to. She was the best at her job, she knew it, her coworkers knew it. When she announced she has taken a PRN job as a flight nurse My mother had chest pain. She had always wanted to do it, and had the opportunity. She was In. She derived a sense of happiness from this. It was OK, not bad, not good, Fair! And here it stayed, she tried to reconnect on her terms. She made decisions about life changes before the 4th anniversary of her husbands death. She was ready to do things she hadn't been. She had a feeling there was nothing left here, not only in Aurora, but Ohio. She told me how she hated the winters since she was a kid, and ready to move. Her husband had a second home he and his mother bought years before. The house was in Port Royal Florida, and Architectural Digest Material. She was solid and certain on the decision and the wheels in motion to move May 2007. Then, March 28, 2007 came and served as the Knock Out blow of the century for my sister. Quiet and reserved. Once in a while I can sense the sadness about her. My sister agrees, Easily to the idea of DATE LINE~!
WHEW, this was an easy one!

She signs the release and I fax it that same night! Time is marching on, and My sister is marching with it!