Wow! Yesterday began as a very emotional day for me. To start it off, I was with some friends early and one of them received a call from her mom. Her mom told her my mom's murderer had been arrested on Monday, she saw it on the local news. I read all the local headlines online from print and television sources, could find no mention of it. So, I called the detective.

Between the time I first heard what my friend's mom had to say and talking to the detective (keep in mind this was less than 5 minutes), I experienced more emotions than imagineable. Just to name a few: I was relieved (finally, they got whoever it was), anxious (oh my God! oh my God! oh my God!), grief-striken all over again (the reality was oh so real again, my mom is dead), apprehensive (did they really get the right person?; was this really my mom's case seen on the news), happy, and most of all I was wondering what this really meant.

Imagine how deflated I felt when he told me no, the news story in question was about a murder case from 1995 that was solved through DNA evidence. The victim's first name was also Carol.

While I had him on the phone I asked him about the differences in what he was telling me and what the other detective had told me. Essentially, what the other detective had told me was news to the cold case detective (the one I'm dealing with now). But he assured me he would speak with the 1st detective and make sure they were on the same page. He assured me any evidence from an "unknown source" would be in CODAS. Do I have faith in what he tells me? Not really.

Yesterday afternoon I read "for one more day" by Mitch Albom. It was an awesome read in my opinion. I am posting an excerpt of it here.

"I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart."

I don't know if this author has lost his mom, but he did a great job in capturing the moment you are told your mom has died with words.