Last week a murder-suicide happened in my neighborhood. I was very ill and on pain meds, my husband shielded me from conversations with Police and the family. I felt a pain of my father’s suicide but quickly focused on the kids in our house.
My husband came upstairs saying two kids are downstairs, they think the father killed their mother. I went down to get a water and speak to the kids, nothing heavy, a half hug. The kids were 8,10,17 years old. My heart was breaking for them and they’re future pain. I offered some snacks and went back upstairs. By now there are 4 to 6 Police in the house. He came back saying a 17 yr old ran out of house when he heard shot, police were surrounding the house. The older boy was brought here. The police knocked the door in, the father shot himself as they entered the house.
Both parents are dead. How do tell three kids their parents are dead. Your father killed your mother then himself. Several officers were fighting back tears. I lost my breath thinking of the kids future. The girl called family members, they are on the way to our house.
Once the family arrived, a few facts came out. The parents had been separated for some time. He was in jail for Domestic Violence. His mother bailed him out and he went straight home. She was helping a son she loved, chances are violence never crossed her mind.
The Police took the kids and family to Advocacy Center. The center can start therapy and offer help by trained professionals.
After 11:00 a.m. two guys looking professional were talking to a neighbor. I went over to see if I could help. I didn’t know they were reporters. I shared how little I know. They want to do an interview, right or wrong I did. I could only say over and over, my heart breaks for the three kids, they don’t understand, their in shock and they have no parents.
I can pray for the family. I ask God to carry the three kids in your hand, help them thru the shock, cradle when they need you most.The kids need help coping with the pain and help with trauma. Amen.