Questions aroused by memories of an ex-roommate of mine who killed her grandmother. Though it was a horrific murder, I do not judge. That will come in the end. For this story, I try to put myself in the place of the grandmother and look at it from that perspective. This murder occurred in the late 90s, and I try to re-create what the Granny may have been thinking. DON’T EVER KILL! Life is meant to be loved! Love and respect is what we need!
What can cause a young lady to do such a deplorable act as to kill her very own grandmother? The woman took you in to protect you from the evils of living on the street. From her perspective, I tell this true story.
Wasn’t being given a roof over your head to shelter you from the rain outdoors enough to keep you satisfied? Did providing you clothing to keep your body warm when the wind blows, or a jacket to keep the rain off of you not satisfy you? The food that I filled your stomach with day in and day out, didn’t that fulfill your needs?
Why, then, do you beat me? I have never even thought of harming you. Yet, you try to strangle the life right out of me! All I have ever done is try to protect you. Why do you wrap wrap your hands around my neck? My airflow is cut off, and I can no longer take in the oxygen that I need to survive. You press your fingers tightly against my carotid artery to diminish the blood flow to my brain. Don’t you realize what it is that you are doing? My brain feeds on that blood. I need it to survive!
Life has almost left my body. Spare me from death, my child, I do not deserve this! I provided your mother and you with all that I could! I helped her to make the decision to adopt you and save you from a life of misery. Didn’t I do enough? Didn’t I give you enough? What else could I have done for you? What else can I do to preserve my own life? I am not prepared to meet my maker! I don’t want to die!
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And with that, Granny’s body went limp. Life left her, and her soul departed. Other members of her family were very distraught over this occurrence. The love and acceptance that they had previously felt towards their adopted family member was replaced by grief and hatred. They had no problem testifying against this girl and putting her in prison for the rest of her life. But was justice served? She still breathes, and her grandmother does not! Though in prison, she wakes up every morning, and her grandmother does not! She is fed three times a day, yet her grandmother has had her “last supper”. Where is the justice? That decision rests on the shoulders of our maker.
VERY TOUCHING 
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