Andy Schliepsiek was in my dream last night. I was in a church and he was at the other end of the pew. We didn't speak, but he looked worried and sad. If he had looked happy or content, this might've been a good dream, but I can't shake the awful feeling I have about the look on his face.
I know I must've dreamed about him because my mom and I were just talking about the trial. Sentencing just came down: the airman who brutally stabbed to death a couple from my high school just got the death penalty.
Maybe Andy was sad in my mind because I can't shake the horror of what happened to him. They were nice to a guy who didn't have many friends, and he came into their home and killed them. The account of their death reads like a horror movie, only it's a sick scenario that could happen to anyone who crosses the wrong person.
I don't like the fact that he was worried in my dream. I'm glad the killer will fry. I even mentioned to my mom that it seems kind of a small blessing that Andy didn't survive after watching some madman repeatedly stab his wife; I'm not sure I could live with that in my mind. If someone murdered my husband, I'd rather go with him. All in all, the Andy in my head shouldn't be sad. So why was he?
I hate dreams.
Posted by Sarah at November 8, 2005 08:24 AM | TrackBackI think he was sad because they had such a promising future together here on earth. I'm sure if I were in heaven, I would be sad because of the pain and sadness that I could see my family going through. I know how many lives were affected by this loss, and it is heartbreaking.
Your Mama
Posted by: Nancy at November 8, 2005 08:55 AMMom, I can't stop thinking about them. It feels so horrible.
Posted by: Sarah at November 8, 2005 09:38 AM