Enormous time and energy has gone into the online world of Joseph Duncan. Every day, there’s yet another disturbing path to follow; another theory to examine; another clue to link. It’s engulfed my life, and many others.
I don’t want to wallow in his vile world at the expense of my own - yet it’s very hard to put the research aside. I have to make a conscious effort. So today, I am going to remember the living.
Today, I choose to visualize Shasta some years down the road as a child who blows bubbles in her backyard and giggles at slumber parties with her friends.
My children are safe. I choose, today, to laugh with them while we slide down the stairs on an old cardboard box.
My neighbor found, and adopted, a stray kitten. It was starving and covered with fleas a week ago, but is now fat, goofy, and clean. Because of the Duncan cesspool, I haven’t seen the kitten yet, although everybody in my neighborhood is talking about it. I think I’ll go pet her, and maybe drag a string around the yard for her to chase. I can do this.
Can I move in and out of my life. and the mind of Jet? I don’t know yet - but I’m going to try. I want to smile again.