I have never met you although our paths could have crossed some time some place.
But when I heard about you, I saw a friend I could have met some time in this temporal existence.
Perhaps I could have taught your son or daughter. He or she could have said something funny and I could have shared it with you when we met during PTA meetings. Perhaps we might even have shared a cake during school events. Or even some tears if your child was naughty. But then perhaps I could have sat with you and we could have worked out a solution.
Perhaps you could have helped me if I were to spend some time in a hospital. You could have given me an injection (which I so dislike!) and made me forget the pain. You could have told me stories while we waited for my turn to undergo treatment. Maybe we could even have played cards together. But how do I know what games or stories you like if I have never met you?
Perhaps my son could have met your daughter and maybe we could be mother-in-law to each other's child.
But now all that potential and promise is gone. Your killer didn't only take your life... he or she also took away so much from other people's lives.
I am so sorry, Annie John Dismas. May your soul rest in peace. I will be praying for you and all your unrealized dreams.
And now ... when your killer is found, his life, his family's hopes & dreams, his friends' innocence & faith.. and his unrealized dreams will be 'killed' too.