Look, it’s budget season for me at work, so, super-busy. But I did want to write a “stream of conscious”, guerilla update.
10 years ago, Friday, March 15, 2002, I was in Lennoxville, Quebec. It was my first visit back in over 20 years.
This was the day that I went through all the records at the Surete du Quebec in Sherbrooke, and interviewed folks at Champlain College. It was the day I determined that my sister, Theresa did not die of a drug overdose, but had been murdered. From that day, all hell broke loose. That weekend, I was joined by Patricia Pearson, a National Post journalist. She crafted the 3-part article that made everything public and the rests they say is history (history… there’s an echo in here).
My reflections looking back:
1. Well, not much has changed. The case remains unsolved. As do the cases of Manon Dube and Louise Camirand; the other two young women who were discovered dead within a 14 month period of my sister.
2. Feel good developments: In an effort to build bridges, my family and Champlain College established a scholarship in Theresa’s name. The first scholarship was awarded last spring. But don’t get all “feel goody” inside. The recipient couldn’t keep up her grades, so the award is still pending.
3. I am on good relations with the Quebec police, but I barely have the time to give them a hard time anymore. Frankly, I’ve lost the energy and focus. I have other pressing issues. My daughters are almost all grown up. They need my attention more than the SQ (rotten buggers, they always know how to wear us down! 🙂 )
4. I am contemplating offering a reward for information leading to an arrest. A generous supporter has offered the funds; the police are against it (creates work for them, go figure?), I have mixed feelings. If the publicity could be focused around the area of Compton, Quebec, where she was found, I have hope that the effort would be productive.
That’s really all I have. I wish I could say to you, after 10 long years, that we are closer along to resolution. But we are not. Justice is blind… Fortune – the precursor of Justice – is also blind, and is represented with a wheel that is constantly turning. Indeed, Fortune is an excellent moral. The wheel turns, everyone gets a ride, your course rides up and down.
Beware the Ides of March!!!!
Be at peace,