Saturday, March 19

The death of a child is something that I cannot, in my wildest dreams, even begin to comprehend. The horror and grief brought about by such a devastating incident is something that I cannot even contemplate.

I was saddened to read that they had located Jessica Lunsford’s body, and arrested her alleged killer.

HOMOSASSA, Fla. (AP) The body of a missing 9-year-old girl was found early Saturday, more than three weeks after she disappeared from her bedroom and a day after officials said a registered sex offender said he kidnapped and killed the girl.

Christina and I chatted about this on the phone the other day. Neither one of us were sure we would ever make it if something happened to one of our children.

Can you even begin to fathom what Mr. Lunsford is going through right now?

About an hour before Dawsy's announcement, Jessica's father, Mark Lunsford, issued a brief, emotional statement to reporters. He visited the search scene shortly after sunrise.

"Everyone heard me say, time after time, that she would be home," Lunsford said, his eyes hidden behind dark black sunglasses. "She's home now."

The hard part to grasp is that she was taken from her bedroom in her house. I can't imagine the guilt that would be riding right along side the grief. I would forever question myself. Why didn't I hear something? Why didn't I stop it? How could this have ever happened in my own home?

It scared allot of people around here. My next-door neighbor wouldn't let her son sleep in his bedroom after the abduction. They even went so far as to buy a dog, who would alert them if there were an intruder in their house.

Things like this begin chip away at your soul, and your paranoia begins to seep through the cracks. I find myself going around to make sure all doors and windows are locked. I caution my children never to answer the door or the phone.

I'm sure the comfort level will return, as things continue to go on. The horror of this crime will diminish in my mind, long ago put in a little box that I never open, the key firmly nestled between my breasts that I dare not acknowledge.

The reasons for this are clear. At least to me. This was not my child. Not my house. Not my town. That in no way diminishes the atrocities that were thrust upon Jessica. My heart bleeds for the pain the family must be going through.

But, it wasn't my child. May I rot in hell for this, but thank God it wasn't my child.

Rest in peace little one. You are home now.

Posted by Moogie at March 19, 2005 05:22 PM

Comments

I've been twisting my stomach in knots since we heard the news. I wrote a column almost two years ago after a girl in Toronto was kidnapped and killed. I'll dig it up and post it to my blog toomrrow.

Thank you for so eloquently relating the pain all parents feel when a child anywhere is taken so violently.

Posted by: Carmi at March 19, 2005 07:35 PM

Well said, Moogie. I don't have any children of my own but I get a sick feeling in my gut whenever I consider something like this happening to one of my nieces or nephews. Crimes like this stab at the core of our world. I hope the lousy scumbag who did it gets the death penalty.

And I feel no shame or remorse for thanking God that it wasn't any of my nieces or nephews.

Posted by: zonker at March 19, 2005 10:49 PM

A terrible, devastating end to an already unsettling story. But for the parents, there is no end to the story. They will likely relive the nightmare for the rest of their days. Having never been in that situation (and praying never to be), it seems to me that parents who have lost children, especially under violent circumstances, and have gone on living are the strongest people on God's green earth.

Posted by: Mellie Helen at March 19, 2005 10:50 PM

Truly a heart wrenching story. I can't even imagine the grief. A bullet to the head would be too good for the putrid excuse for a human being who did this.

Posted by: Dash at March 19, 2005 11:22 PM

I sat down on the couch to catch the news and I came in right as her father was making his statement. I could already sense that they were searching for his daughter in the background before they made the statment. It was obvious in my mind that the creep had probably confessed and told them where to look for her body, and I instantly felt sick! I just can't imagine what those poor parents are having to go though, and I will have nightmares wonderfing what that poor little girl had to suffer. He is a very sick man and I hope he will suffer a similar torture by someone before he is put to death. I'm pretty sure that last statement will send me right to hell with you Moogs but that's how I feel.
My doors and windows are locked. Always are. I'm just that afraid.

Posted by: Suzanne at March 20, 2005 12:27 AM

And yet there will be those who will say that the animal who did this should not be executed. "What good would it do?" they'll say.

Well, it will damn sure make certain that this "registered sex offender" will never kill another child.

Posted by: JJim - PRS at March 20, 2005 06:07 AM

I too go through the house checking the doors and even the windows making sure everything is locked. It's a scary world.
I was in California when Polly Klaas was abducted. Every day I watched the news waiting for any hopeful sign. Then one day as I was coming out of Walgreen's I saw the newspaper headline: she had been found. Dead. I wanted to cry, right then.
I think we all want to hug our children a little tighter after hearing about something like this...

Posted by: sharon at March 20, 2005 07:15 AM

Like everyone else, I too was grateful that it wasn't one of mine, or my grandchild. Someone told me a long long time ago that God never gives us anything we can't handle..There are times tho' that I wonder..

Posted by: Zoots Mom at March 20, 2005 08:26 AM

I watched this story as I lay in the hospital with my youngest and kept thinking and praying, "God, please let me husband be vigilant with our other daughter's safety while I am away" I know it sounds crazy, but I worried constantly about them while I was at the hospital especially after seeing that story. I cannot begin to imagine the pain, the never ending pain that man will be in forever (her mother also). I pray that he and the rest of Jessica's family finds peace now that she has. As for the man who did this thing, may he rot in hell. I am sure that feeling that way is wrong, but I cannot imagine anything that would be appropriate punishment for that digusting animal.

People laugh because I have 3 dogs in the house. I know that if one doesn't hear something the other two will. We have one dog that exclusively sleeps upstairs with the children and she fiercely protects them. I understand your neighbor's thinking because I feel more secure with the dogs around.

Posted by: Melonie at March 20, 2005 01:15 PM

I watched this story as I lay in the hospital with my youngest and kept thinking and praying, "God, please let me husband be vigilant with our other daughter's safety while I am away" I know it sounds crazy, but I worried constantly about them while I was at the hospital especially after seeing that story. I cannot begin to imagine the pain, the never ending pain that man will be in forever (her mother also). I pray that he and the rest of Jessica's family finds peace now that she has. As for the man who did this thing, may he rot in hell. I am sure that feeling that way is wrong, but I cannot imagine anything that would be appropriate punishment for that digusting animal.

People laugh because I have 3 dogs in the house. I know that if one doesn't hear something the other two will. We have one dog that exclusively sleeps upstairs with the children and she fiercely protects them. I understand your neighbor's thinking because I feel more secure with the dogs around.

Posted by: Melonie at March 20, 2005 01:16 PM

When things like this happen, I have to turn away. I can't watch the news reports. I read only enough of the newspapers to know the basics of what is going on. But beyond that, I can't do it. I cannot bear to even think about losing a child. The father's pain? Unbearable. Unfathomable.

But I can't watch. Because then the fear becomes too great. I my desire to protect my own children causes me to lose perspective.

-G

Posted by: Garrison Steelle at March 20, 2005 01:51 PM

It blows my mind that there are people in this world who would have the audacity to go into a child's bedroom and take them from their family. That simply turns my stomach. How horrible it must be for the parents. They, and all families in situations like these are in my prayers.

Posted by: myllissa at March 20, 2005 04:13 PM

Everytime I hear about a story like this I hold my kids a little tighter, hold them a little longer and pray a lot more that they will be safe. Child safety is such an important topic, I wish that there were more porgrams available to teach children about how to help protect themselves without locking them up behind bars and preventing them from living their lives.

Posted by: Cursingmama at March 21, 2005 09:12 AM