Wednesday, February 15, 2012
On Valentines Day,
in a house less than one block down our street,
a woman was shot in the head.
I had been working out of town and hadn't heard the news.
When I tried to drive down our one-way street,
it was blocked off and yellow caution tape stretched
from the house on one side of the street to the trees on the other.
Police cars and TV station vehicles were there.
There is a manhunt on for the shooter who fled the scene.
I was trying to get to my house.
I needed to run in quickly and turn up the heat, turn the lights on
and take the animals with me because the house
was going to be shown at 4:00 pm.
I finally got a chance to check the news
and found out what had happened.
I was feeling so many things.
Sick, dizzy, scared, confused.
They had locked down the nearby schools.
It hadn't processed it all, before I got a call from my Realtor.
The showing was cancelled.
The buyers were no longer interested
because of what happened in the neighborhood.
Then the second wave hit me.
This wasn't going to be over in a few days.
This was here to stay for a very long time.
As long as it takes for people to forget.
And people don't easily forget.
I live in the older part of town and it has always had it's stigma.
This will just confirm it.
This type of thing doesn't happen in small town Nebraska.
It just doesn't. I have lived in other states and in big cities,
and I know how it is to drive down a nearby street
and see chalk marks of a body on the pavement
and police cars in the area and never even hear
what happened, and not even be shaken.
A few years before we moved here,
there was a robbery at a bank.
Something went wrong during the robbery
and 4 or 5 people were shot and killed.
The town tore the bank down
and put a memorial in it's place.
The memorial is diligently tended to all year 'round.
Three years I have wanted to sell this house.
Two years before I have to sell this house.
(The acreage has nothing to do with it)
Three years ago I realized I would never make a dime on the house.
Two years ago I realized I would have to go into debt to sell it.
One year ago I gave up all hope,
but still continued to clean and show
and clean and show and clean and show.
I don't know what to think or do now.
I don't know the woman who was shot.
I heard on the radio this morning she is in critical condition.