December 26th, 1996.

I wrote in the last post that I had something weighing on my mind that I wanted to discuss.

This something happened ten years ago, I was eight and sitting in front of the television on the floor, on top of my white and orange blanket. My mom behind me on the chair was watching the news, I didn’t care about stuff like that, for my Barbie’s or whatever toy I had received that year for Christmas, was far superior.

A reporter came on the screen and told a story I have yet to forget. She reported that a young, JonBenet Ramsey, had been beaten and killed to death, in her home, on Christmas night.

I honest to goodness remember hearing about this, I remember looking up on the screen and being jealous of the fact that she had competed in Beauty Pageants. I remember.

When I grew older and understood the story, which had become one of great depth and meaning to me, I grew angered towards the judicial system. For I, like the rest of the world, knew that JonBenet had been killed by one (or both) parent(s). I believed it was her mother, I seriously always have.

It was not even two or three weeks ago that on a Wikipedia rampage, I searched up the name JonBenet Ramsey. I discovered Patsy, her mother, died in only June of this year. Died a liar, killer and overall shady person in the eyes of millions.

The reason I’m bringing this all up now (in case, which I doubt, you haven’t heard) is because an arrest has been made. John Karr was arrested in Thailand yesterday. He has admitted to knowing and killing JonBenet.

I am amazed. No other words can describe the way I feel. Well, maybe shocked. After ten years, this case is [practically] closed. The “unsolvable”, has been solved. And as we watch it on the news, I hear people now, “I always knew the parents were innocent.” I sure didn’t, and you’d be lying if you said that.

A family torn apart by external circumstances. Not only one life gone, but the life of another three too, her mom, dad, and brother.

Patsy Ramsey knew she was innocent, and at least that was some comfort to her before she passed away. And the reason for me writing this? I’m apologizing to Mrs. Ramsey, for all the doubt and disbelief I personally bestowed upon her. I hope you and your daughter rest in peace now.