- Joined
- Jul 7, 2004
- Messages
- 745
- Reaction score
- 3
- Points
- 0
- Age
- 48
- Location
- Peaceful little cottage on the lake
Today is the funeral that MY pastor is giving. It'll be at my parents house, where he died. The police came to me this morning and took everything of his that I had. His WIFE needed it. Erik was estranged from his wife for almost a year, of course that's not in the paper. He never spoke ill of her, and would be silent while she raged at him. I could hear her from every room of my house. He just wanted happiness and peace. He'd been taken down with shrapnel from a grenade, shot several times, and stabbed a few times, all in the "line of duty." He wanted loved and quiet, and laughter. I had that with him and now he's gone. The wedding? It was MY daughter's father and soon to be bride's bachelor/bachelorette party. He went with me because this weekend (the weekend of the wedding) he had his boys and children weren't allowed. He'd counted down the days he had left w/ his sons and he didn't want to give them up for anything. That's why he was there. Yes he was weilding a tire iron and people did get hurt. I was sick, too much to drink, and he wanted to take me home. I was too ill to notice that he'd had too much to drink also. People didn't want him to drive. Everyone cornered him, shouting. They pulled me out of the Jeep and grabbed his keys while he was outside the door. My ex, the groom tried to pin him against his Jeep to talk to him. Erik was insecure about DJ and I believe that started it. HE NEVER EVER tried to change my relationship w/ DJ, he just wanted to be the brighter star in my eyes. My parents love DJ and that also made Erik insecure. So you see, what started it was me. Then some lunatic shot off a shotgun right directly next to us and Erik snapped. He wasn't him. His eyes were dead, and he meant to kill. People here think it's because of his war time. They think he snapped, quite like veterans do when they hear fireworks. I tried to stop him, and everyone else, but it didn't work. I spun and kicked the guy who was kicking Erik (I knocked him out, thank you very much) punched some other guy in the face (though I thought he was a girl) and then laid on top of Erik so they wouldn't hurt him.
Erik was a theologist. War and fighting -DEATH sickened him. I'm to go to the police station tomorrow morning.
Erik was a theologist. War and fighting -DEATH sickened him. I'm to go to the police station tomorrow morning.