>This morning I got up, just like every other Monday. Took a shower, washed my hair, got ready for work. I was walking through my little courtyard to my garage when I noticed a police car parked near my building. “Domestic disturbance” I thought as I opened up my garage door. I was on my way to dump my trash when I heard a woman yelling, “No, no, no, no, no!” Over and over again. “It’s not fair!” I thought, “Wow. It’s really sad that these abused women can’t let go of the men who hurt them.”
Then I noticed the 3 other police cars parked in the lot. I made my way in the silence of the cool morning to the dumpster. I knew this was more than just a domestic disturbance call. “Why? Why?” the woman yelled.
I dumped the trash. As I was returning to my garage, I noticed a few neighbors standing outside their garages and on their balconies observing the scene. “He’s going to pay for what he did to my brother!” I heard the same woman scream.
Suddenly, the goosebumps on my skin were not from the breeze blowing off the river. I passed a neighbor lady who was near tears, “What’s going on?”
“We’re not sure, but we think a young man who was on his way to Iraq either committed suicide or was murdered.”
I walked on stunned. How could this be happening in my apartment complex? This stuff only happened on TV. It wasn’t real. I turned to go into my garage and saw the grieving family holding each other just trying to breathe.
Mechanically, I got into my car and went to work. As I was leaving the complex, I saw the inevitable camera man, peeping in on the scene, documenting the human at its worst.
I lived in the Bay Area for 10 years and never once did something like this happen near my home. There was the occasional domestic disturbance or drunk and disorderly, but never a murder.
The grief in the air is still palpable tonight. The parking lot has 4 Crime Scene Unit trucks in it. I’m trying not to think about it. I didn’t even know the guy or his family, but I feel the tear in the fabric of the world. The energy of what occurred (apparently last night) cannot be ignored.
I will go back to my daily routine. It’s the only way I know how to deal with this situation, but I will be forever changed.