Tragedy struck our neighborhood last night. A neighbor, one I wasnt familiar with and had only seen outside a few times, was murdered. Her spouse attempted to kill himself. It happened around midnight. The fire truck and ambulance sirens woke me up and I tend to be a hard sleeper once I get to sleep. Was unable to get to get much sleep last night, it was a mixture of curiousness and sadness. The police were there for some time and at some point some family members of the victim arrived and I could here them crying. The victims three kids were in the house at the time.

Saturday when Mom and me were leaving to do errands, I remember being struck by how sad the oldest child was. She must have seen a lot in her thus far short life. I feel sorry for her and her twin siblings. What the future must hold for them.

In the nearly thirty years we have lived in this neighborhood, there has never been anything close to anything like this happen. The area is a sort of rural part of suburbia, where at one time I had said " you know this is a dull area when the biggest thing to draw the streets attention is when someones shed catching on fire and we all walk down to gawk at the fire".