This book took nine years to write and it is only 130 pages in length. Why? The subject matter was so powerful that more time was spent in tears than were spent writing. I wrote two long novels in less time than it took to write this book about the sudden death of our son.
It occurs to me that perhaps there is an analogy between my experience with The Week from Heaven and Hell and the Stacey Burns murder. It may be a stretch but here it is:
I could handle the memories for only a limited time, then had to put them away for a while. I was able to revisit them again only after a passage of time and then only briefly again. Could Stacey’s family and friends be experiencing this same intense emotional roller coaster which only allows human beings the luxury of looking at tragedy briefly before turning away and waiting for the strength to come back to it again? This might explain the lack of public pressure on the police to get this murder resolved. I might be fishing for answers here, hoping that fading memories and the human desire to move ahead are not precursors to the memory of Stacey Burns disappearing entirely.
Does this make sense?
Yes, it does make sense. After my first husband died, I had so many could nots. Could not go back to the town where it happened for 7 years; could not go to his business site for a year, could not speak aloud about it for years and yet it was in my heart every day for years. Could not experience the willingness to trust and fall truly in love again for far too long. So many could nots.
Perhaps the people close to Stacey Burns have so much pain that even though they may have ‘information’ the pain is just too much.