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Dear Rachel: April 2006
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Wednesday, April 26, 2006. To a small child, this seemed an exciting (and slightly scary) story, but the most interesting thing he said was that, on occasion, the arm still hurt. I couldn’t imagine that, but he said that he sometimes still felt pain; when this happened, he said, it felt exactly as if the arm were still there. Posted by Rod at 1:49 PM. Friday, April 07, 2006. Laughter, Like A Silver Bell. And now we have to live without that laughter. The world is an im...
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Dear Rachel: November 2005
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Wednesday, November 30, 2005. Things Accomplished, Things Left Undone. I thought I’d get to do all of these things, and many, many more, but I was wrong. Still, there are so many things I did get to do with you: I took you to your first major league baseball game. ( Dad, you said at four years of age, while looking over the immaculate field at what was then Jack Murphy Stadium, Why doesn’t our yard look like that? You said. And we hafta do this every time? Today is the six...
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Dear Rachel: June 2006
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Thursday, June 22, 2006. Time passes, and things get a little better. Not completely better, of course, and not all at once. And not in a linear fashion, either; it’s the old one step forward, two steps (or sometimes three or four or five) back thing. But overall, I feel better as we head into year two. I’ve heard people say, though, that the second year is often worse than the first as hard as that might be to believe. (How could anything be worse than this? So, yes, I ca...
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Dear Rachel: December 2005
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Wednesday, December 28, 2005. If I Only Had A Heart. I keep thinking about your favorite movie,. The Wizard of Oz. You were such an Oz freak. You had Oz memorabilia all over the place: random piles of Oz figurines, plates, and key chains; posters old and new depicting Dorothy and Toto and their friends;. This Christmas there’s no Oz stuff in the house. Oddly, after all these years, I finally know my favorite line from the movie or at least the line that. Lesley and I opene...
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Dear Rachel: January 2006
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Tuesday, January 31, 2006. I keep forgetting that you’re gone. I’m not senile (not yet, anyway). It’s not as if I actually think that you’re alive, it’s just that every once in a while and only for a fraction of a second I forget that you’re dead. I’ll look out the window and see that it’s snowing and I’ll catch myself thinking, Oh, snow! I hope it’s still snowing when Rachel visits; she loves the snow! So I’m calling. Can you hear me? Posted by Rod at 3:34 PM. I’m still O...
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Dear Rachel: October 2005
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Saturday, October 29, 2005. The Absence of Pain. Why is the earth still spinning? You get through the day, doing what you have to do, but wondering all the while: How can I get up and get dressed? How can I be brushing my teeth when such a terrible thing has happened? Could I have done anything to save her? Was I a good enough father? Did she know how much I loved her? That I have a fantastic wife, two beautiful daughters, a challenging job, and a great life. Maybe I will&...
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Dear Rachel: March 2006
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Wednesday, March 29, 2006. More on tenses I’m still having trouble with them. I suppose I always will. I hate referring to you in the past tense. Remember when Rachel caught a fish and had no idea what to do with it? Hey, didn’t Rachel go to South America that year? Boy, Rachel sure could throw a baseball. Rachel loved Amy like a sister; no, more like a best friend who happened to be her sister. Rachel came to visit last winter. [Unspoken:. But even having to think of you ...
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Dear Rachel: February 2006
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Wednesday, February 22, 2006. Growing Up With Grams. You grew out of that, of course, as most kids do. We’ve often commented on the fact that, seemingly on the day you graduated high school, you somehow instantly became a nice person and a fine young woman. But I knew it was coming long before that. I knew that there was a good person inside of you several years before you graduated. That’s when I knew you were going to grow up just fine, were in fact. Have been 25 years o...
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Dear Rachel: July 2006
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Letters To A Murdered Daughter. Wednesday, July 26, 2006. I guess that’s just how it’ll always be. But you won’t be there, except in our memories. Debbie’s rambling old house is alive with memories of you. Pictures of you on the walls (including the beautiful graduation photos you never even got to see), Wizard of Oz trinkets and memorabilia from your collection, stacks of cards and letters that arrived before and after your funeral. Posted by Rod at 2:29 PM. Lincoln, Nebraska, United States.
