Someone you know/love was murdered?

[Randum]

thats horrible, i dont know what to say in response. Its really sick that defense attorneys can make up the crap they do to try and get this kind of crap back on the streets. I want to be a lawyer, but not like that.
Best wishes to you and your family

 

[ryan256]

I've never had a loved one torn from me the way you have. I pray no one ever does. I have however lost a few friends to car accidents and one to suicide. Its still weird thinking about it even now that 12 years ago Liiv shot herself.

 

[thecoolnessrune]

Originally posted by: Kelvrick

Originally posted by: Inspector Jihad

Originally posted by: thecoolnessrune

Originally posted by: AUMM

Originally posted by: thecoolnessrune
My mother was strangled by an ex bf when me and bro were 18 months old. There wasn't enough evidence to put him away. He lives right here in town. We get harassing calls from extended family/ friends of his several times a week ever since. We're 18 now.

why would they still harass you? I can't imagine seeing the guy that killed you mom around town.....

It's usually just ring your phone and then hang up when you answer kind of stuff.. sometimes they do little puzzles like asking for a name that sounds similar to my mothers. They also have given our number to several people to make us sound like we are local drug dealers, and so they call asking for crack / etc.

With us in college, we simply don't have the money to drag stuff into court against people who don't have anything to begin with. So what if I sued them for 10 million in damages + lawyer fees they dont even have $10 to their name.

As for him, I never see him. But I know where he lives. If I were to ever hurt him I'd be put away for a long time, and that would ruin what I'm working for. I simply can't touch him..

Additionally, he has no reason to hurt us. Unfortunately, our mother was terrified of him in her last months, and when we were born she gave us his last name in order to try to calm him. So on our birth certificates it shows him as the father, even though later on during the custody battle while our grandparents were trying to get us, DNA tests proved he wasn't the father (don't know who he his).

For 18 years for insurance and schooling purposes we've had to use his last name. Just these past few months (in June) we finally got our names changed to our current Cody and Casey Weaver. It feels great, although getting the birth certificate changed is still proving to be difficult..

Step by step, we're leaving that horrible past behind, and hopefully we can come through strong and ready to take their place as a representation of the Weaver family.

that is horrible man. i don't know how you put up with that. you must have so much patients and control.

where do you live, i kinda wanna come down there and beat his and his familys ass myself.

Its great that you're moving on, rune. I don't know if I could let that go. If you don't mind answering, was your mother's name Weaver? If not, how did you come to choose it?

It indeed was, Shannon Marie Weaver. Her parents are our grandparents whom we live with, Leon Weaver, and Barbara Weaver. They have been the highest blessing in our lives. They took us in after a lengthy battle with the courts (Henry Belin (our mother's killer and for a while the alleged father) wanted us really badly for insurance purposes, since our mother was in the Navy.) After he was proved through DNA that he wasn't the father, we were given to our grandparents since the real father is unknown. They finally got us at 2 and a half years old (we had been in a foster care system during the year or so court proceedings. Bro has some sort of scar on his back from some sort of accident that happened during that time, don't know what happened in those years as our grandparents weren't allowed to see us.)

Since then we've been raised by them. At the 3rd and 3th grads mom (grandmother, but i've always just called her mom) decided to homeschool us. We homeschooled through the 12th grade and got into the college with some of the highest scores the college has seen. We owe everything to them. And so while we may never know our *official* last name (since we don't know the father.. We just know he was black since we turned our biracial. On a side note its kind of wierd being with cousins and all and realising you're the only known family members of color in the entire line of Weavers ). It doesn't matter to us. Weavers made us who we are.. and thus the Weaver name means more to us than any other.

EDIT:

To those who may not know, normal Member Heymrdj is my twin brother.

EDIT 2:

To Jihad, we live in Bainbridge, GA. However while I honestly wish and have dreamed of slowly killing him... letting him suffer like my mother had to.. There's no reason to sacrifice the lives of successful people, to kill a deadbeat like him.. That's the only thing that's kept me from doing it.. He'd simply get what he wanted.. He may die, but my otherwise bright future would be destroyed by lawyers and courts... So I just go through my days, and I visit her grave on our birthdays and holidays, put down flowers.. The Veteran's Association is nice and puts a flag on her grave every once in a while..

 

[PrinceofWands]

Most of us have seen it...on tv or in a movie. A young kid on the verge of puberty riding along on his bike when suddenly the clouds part and a ray of sunshine falls upon the form of a girl emerging from her new home. The boy, who has never noticed such things before, is suddenly awestruck by her beauty and stares - utterly transfixed...right up until he plows into a tree in her front yard and goes flying head over ass into the ground. The thing is, it wasn't a movie or a tv show. Not for me. I have the dubious honor of having actually ridden into a tree the day I first noticed man's bane - the girl.

It was 1983, and I was 11 years old. Her name was Charla Wheat and she had just moved into the house two doors down from me. The house had been recently vacated by the family of my friend Tina, and I was still somewhat upset about the move. I think that's why I looked over in the first place...just chasing some old ghosts. But whatever made me look over, my life would never be the same again.

I wasn't popular (or attractive) as a kid, so I think that slowed my social development. Before Charla I had never really had the need to meet new people. But as I lay there in the grass, bleeding from various points of sudden flora impact, the only thing I could ponder was how I was going to get up the nerve to talk to this girl. Charla took care of that for me and suddenly I was looking up into the face of angel, asking me if I was ok. I'll save you the suspense, she was never interested in me that way; but we did become very good friends. Six years later Charla moved away so her father could take over a new ministry in Texas. You know, I never have forgiven that house for sending away all the women in my life.

In 1991, just a year and-a-half after moving, Charla was stabbed to death. There was a knock on the door of her apartment...she opened it and found Billy Ray Nelson, a neighbor. Nelson gained entrance to Wheat?s apartment by asking if he could use her phone. Once inside, he cut the telephone cord to prevent her from calling for help and then proceeded to stab her. He then found Wheat?s roommate, Carol Maynard, who was five months pregnant at the time, and forced her to get out of bed and enter the living room, where Wheat was on her knees bleeding from her stab wounds. Nelson told the women to remove their clothing and threatened to kill them if they refused. He then forced the women to perform sexual acts on him and each other. Thereafter, he stabbed Maynard in the neck and proceeded to strike Wheat. Nelson left briefly but Wheat began screaming and he returned. While Maynard pretended to be dead, Nelson struck and stabbed Wheat until she died. He then left the women?s apartment. That was the day my compassion for criminals died too.

I found out about it after the man had been arrested. That's quite probably the only reason he's still alive. He has no idea how lucky he is, because I would make absolutely certain that he was a very long time in dying. What pisses me off about it most is that his appeals case has become central to the capital punishment debate, especially with regards to Texas law. So instead of remembering Charla when his name is brought up, people will remember him and how he is to praise and thank for his part in getting people 'justice'. Last I checked his death sentence had been commuted by a ruling of the court. I don't know...maybe some day some slick lawyer will find a way to get him released on a bleeding heart technicality...hahahahhaha, bleeding heart...the irony. Well, should that day come I will rejoice. On that day Billy Ray Nelson will begin the long journey into death.

I still have the picture Charla gave me in my wallet. It's right on top of her obituary from our local paper. I miss you Charla.



***some of the above was copy and pasted from various sources about the crime...I still can't bring myself to get involved enough to actually write some of it out***

 

[zerocool84]

All of my grandpas died 2 years ago. Someone I knew since I was little was murdered while working at a subway, he was 22. All they got was $300. Someone else I worked with was mistakenly murdered while in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was 19.

 

[zerocool84]

double post

 

[GTaudiophile]

Man, some of these stories...

 

[Ns1]

i had no idea so many people on ATOT knew somebody who was murdered

 

[nboy22]

I've got a pretty messed up one. When I was a little kid my family and I would go to Seattle because most of our relatives lived there. Some older family friends (Chuck and Vi) lived in a small retirement manufactured home lot. We would always go see the couple, they were really good family friends and about 80-90 years old. They had a daughter as well, who seemed nice but a little strange at some times.

One day an argument happened (I can't remember what) but the daughter used a kitchen knife and killed both Chuck and Vi in their own house. The daughter killed Vi on Chuck and Vi's bed and then Chuck was stabbed and he was able to make it outside and call for help before he died.

I remember when my dad told me this story, I was in disbelief that someone could actually do that to their 80-90 year old parents.