Bryan was a serial rapist and sadist in
his heart of heart. He sought
transcendence and seemed to find it in the degradation of other souls,
especially the souls (and bodies) of women—many women, including daughters,
mothers…and beloved sisters. I can
appreciate Bryan, well, not the rape part, but the transcendence. After all, we’re all seeking some kind of
higher level or broader purpose to govern our lives and give meaning to our earthly existence. Still, Bryan took the wrong path in life. He followed his sadistic heart and never sought the help he so desperately needed. I often describe myself to friends and especially my Republican colleagues as a bleeding-heart liberal. I vehemently oppose the
death penalty, yet I try not to push my politics on everyone. I’m also a firm advocate of social justice. That’s why I didn’t kill Bryan; I wanted to
stick to my principles. Instead, he took
his own life. After I spent some time
alone with him, he evidently saw the wisdom of leaving this world. Perhaps his spirit has found bliss in some
other life, but his bones lie buried in my aunt’s apple orchard. Jennifer would have wanted it that way.
