There was a girl named Gail. We met at 12 years of age. We became best friends. Gail met a man when she was 29. He was smart and owned his own business, and Gail was working for USAir as a hostess. She and this man bought some land and built a million dollar house. It was a dream come true for a girl who grew up in the low-income projects of Brooklyn.
But something else was going on; he became dark and abusive. Some time later she got a divorce, but her now ex-husband still abused her verbally and through their three kids. Suddenly he started being cooperative, and soon Gail let her guard down. On Thanksgiving 2007, instead of meeting at the police parking lot to exchange the kids, they met at a park.
Gail got there. Her ex-husband was in a stolen car, waiting for them to arrive. He killed her and her three children with the GUN she wanted the court to take away from him (but declined to do so). The police knew he stole a car and didn’t inform her. A horrific tragedy I’ll never recover from. LYF.