Sunday, September 4, 2011

A Memoriam and a Media Conviction

I love detective stories, and find the real-life programs an irresistible draw. They say fiction can't be as bizarre as fact, and I often believe that.

Last night I couldn't sleep so turned on the TV. Two hundred plus channels and there were only movies I've seen at least three times each, reruns of programs I didn't like when they were new, and The Investigators.
On the show Chuck Chambers at the behest of the husband investigated the murder of the man's wife. Okay. Good fodder for if I ever want to write a murder mystery. And then something happened I never expected. They mentioned the man and woman's names. I knew the victim. That changed everything.

Now, a few years ago my brother told me of Wendy's murder and that her husband Ed had been convicted. Seeing this information presented as a TV show rocked me, and not in a good way.  I did not know the details of what happened. So I listened with my media doubt alert on high.

Reading this, I hope you know not everything you hear is true, and that there are often multiple versions of true. The investigator raised doubt about the husband's conviction. What I heard and saw was one version of true. But an incontrovertible fact remained that Wendy was killed.

I know others who have had acquaintances and loved ones murdered. It is a sad commentary on humanity, and a strong comment on our culture that we use their tragic stories for entertainment. I hear you. Guilty as charged.

So here is my testimony about Wendy. I graduated from high school with her. I can't say we were best friends, but perhaps good acquaintances. She was a lovely girl with a beautiful smile that lit up her eyes. Wendy was friendly and had a contagious laugh. There was often a spark of mischief in her eyes, but kindness, too.

Like so many others, I lost touch with even my closest high school friends. Some of my classmates, I must admit to my shame, I barely remember. I remembered Wendy, just had no inkling of what happened in her life after graduation. Times change. People change. I hope I am a better person now. I'm sorry murder cut Wendy's life short. No one deserves that. I wish her peace in her afterlife, and I hope those who loved her found peace, too.

1 comment:

Sandra Cox said...

I'm sorry about the loss of your friend. Luckily, I'm I've never known someone that has been murdered.