Your son is on his way to the hospitaL..and there are three...deceased in the house.
Those seventeen words spoken to me by the chief of police about 11 o'c1ock on
July 23rd 2007 destroyed our family and our life. It will never be the same.
I stopped by our house and told Barbara that I was going to Cheshire. On the
way, I tried calling their home number and all of their cell phones. No answer on
any...except a voicemail message on Michaela/s. The last time' heard her voice.
As I was driving down Mountain Road towards Sorghum Mill Drive, an ambulance
came racing by, heading in the opposite direction. A couple of police cars passed
me headed toward Sorghum Mill. My heart sank. I was filled with dread. I
arrived at Sorghum Mill a few minutes later to find it taped off....just below
where the Pacifica ...their Pacifica...was parked all smashed up. A police man
stopped me from going any further. I told him that was my daughter-in-Iaw/s car.
He said "wait here, I will get someone to talk to you." It was raining.
About 15 minutes went by. , went up to get a closer look at the Pacifica. I could
not imagine what would cause such a terrible accident on that street.
Then the chief and two other officers came and delivered those 17 words. I called
home to tell my wife. My sister-in-law, Joan, answered and said that Barbara was
on her way. I had great difficulty in telling Joan. I said..."They are all gone." I was
sobbing. She asked, "What do you mean they are all gone?" It took me 15 to 20
seconds to tell her that the girls were all dead.
Barbara screamed as she drove to Cheshire and prayed that everyone was safe.
She said that she knew that something terrible had happened. Barbara arrived
and tried to get to Billy and Jen's house. They sent her to the car to be with me.
We saw our daughter, Hanna, getting out of her car, screaming and crying with
her arms flying. And then saw Andrew crying uncontrollably. Abby was in the car
rolled in a ball crying.
Medical personnel were checking my heart rate and other signs. We were all told
that we should go to St. Mary's Hospital where Bill was taken. Our sons, Glenn
and Brian came and drove us to St. Mary's. They called Michael and Erin who
were on their way and told them to go right to the hospital. Our son in law,
Dennis, met us all there.
We arrived there, and were ushered to a private waiting area and a police
detective told us what happened to Bill, Jennifer, Hayley and Michaela. We were
all numb with shock.
They let us in to see Bill. The doctors were still sewing up his wounds. He lifted
his head and asked us about the girls. We were all sobbing and could only shake
our heads from side to side. He began sobbing and collapsed. His family was
gone. We held hands and said the Lord's prayer together.
No more listening to Hayley's description of her day when we would pick her up
from schooL.or Michaela's beautiful smile when we would get her. Jennifer
would call me Grandpa... lloved it. Our other grandchildren loved being with
Hayley and Michaela. Abby, Hanna's daughter, idolized Hayley as did Brooke,
Michael Jr., Andrew, Tristan and Paige.
Bill will not walk them down the aisle. He will never know the wonderment of
grandchildren. Our holidays, especially Christmas, are not and will not be the
same ever. Our three loved ones will always be missing, and our other
grandchildren, though putting on strong faces will never be the same. These two
selfish murderers have taken their childhood from them and destroyed our
family. The only place where we can visit Jennifer, Hayley and Michaela is at the
cemetery, where we visit often to talk and pray.
We remember the week before on Cape Cod. Snapping pictures of the family on
the porch of their cottage...Hayley and Michaela on the beach and calling across
the room to Michaela as she was reading a book. She looked up and gave me her
best smile. That is the last picture I took of her.
We go to bed every night and wake up every morning thinking of Hayley,
Michaela and Jennifer. We pray that they are safe, happy and secure in God's
house...that they will be reunited with their family, friends and loved ones and
especially, their dad and husband, Bill. And with us when it is our time to be with
God in his house in Heaven. We think of the hours that Hayley and Michaela were
alone...not knowing if their mom and dad were alive.
The loss that our son, Bill, has had has naturally changed him from a person with
everything to live for to one that has doubts about whether he should be living at
all. Not only did we lose Jennifer, Hayley and Michaela, we have lost the Bill that
we knew and it is heartbreaking daily to watch him. He puts on a brave face and
tries to hide his anguish and despair by working hard. Working for the
Foundation as a way of helping others. It works for a while but there is no way of
forgetting the brutal truth...and that is...these two took the lives of our loved ones
and took our lives away from us. We try. People try to say and do things to help
us. It doesn't work. Jennifer, Hayley and Michaela are gone and our lives as we
knew them are also gone. It is unbearable to think of their last hours on this
earth. No one should have to live through that fear and hopelessness. We cannot
understand the effort and expense being used to save these murderers. A lot of
people would change their minds about the death penalty if this were to happen
to their loved ones. The last forty plus months have been the hardest of our lives
to get through and, yes, there have been only one set of footprints in the sand during this time.