jillycat
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Please accept my condolences on your loss of your son. A parent never fully recovers from the death of a child. Believe me I have been there four times myself. Mine were infants who lived only a few days and passed away in the hospital, but still it is always with me. I know how you feel.
My SIl's oldest son committed suicide back in 1972. He shot himself in a parked car. She still says often she believes someone killed him. But evidence at the scene and statements from friends and co workers about his being depressed and drinking for months prior ( she had not seen him for about 6 months since he lived and worked out of state) convinces me he did indeed kill himself. I never tell her that though.
Recently, during hurricane Harvey in fact, my great nephew committed suicide after a a fight with his wife. He had just returned from Afghanistan and was diagnosed with PTSD shortly after he returned. He disappeared the first night the hurricane hit and his body was not found for three weeks after. Because of flood waters the gun used was not found close to his body in the car but instead was in the floorboard. The first thing she said was "no way he killed himself. Someone must have tried to rob him during the hurricane and shot him during the robbery." Even though she knew he had PTSD and was very depressed and that there was a clear cut trigger (the fight with his wife) she still struggles with it every single day. She told me a few days ago that she feels such an overwhelming sense that she failed him as a mother. I told her that no way she could have foreseen his returning from the army with PTSD. I told her that no way could she have watched him or been with him 24/7. That she did all she could when she talked him into getting help for his PTSD. She still sometimes says no way he killed himself, it must have been someone else who killed him.
A year ago a 21 year old friend of my grandson hung himself from a tree down by a pond on his dad's land. The boy was at our house often and I had seen that boy just a few days prior. He was showing me pictures of his newborn baby girl on his cell phone. I will always remember how proud he was that day of that baby. A few days later he told his wife and dad that if anyone wanted him he would be down by the pond. Two hours later his 14 year old brother went to tell him dinner was ready and everyone was waiting on him to come to eat. He was hanging face down from a low hanging tree limb with a rope around his neck. My grandson still says no way he killed himself. Someone else must have killed him.
So I do have some experience in families that are in denial when their relatives commit suicide. As my niece said, they feel such an overwhelming sense that they failed their relative. It is easier to blame someone else rather than go through the agony of "If only I had... If only I had known.... I too have played the questioning game where my great nephew and that boy who was my grandsons friends is concerned. But in my heart I know the truth is that life just got too much for them so they decided to check themselves out of it.
I mean no hostility toward the Sherman kids. I know they lost their parents in the worst way ever. I know the anger, the loss, the guilt, the grief the denial they feel. I have felt that same anger, loss grief and guilt and denial and I know it is easier to blame a vague stranger than to blame a loved one.
JMO
I'm sorry you've been through this. And I realize that loved ones are often shocked or in disbelief. My point is that when law enforcement calls the manner of death (and to the media!) before they complete (or even start) an investigation, and when the manner can only be ruled on by the ME, they are already off course. You cannot objectively go on a fact finding mission if you've already decided the facts.
In my own case, I was right as rain about the tale being utterly fantastical and implausible. I had to spend exhaustive amounts of time parsing BS from facts, and the impossible from the plausible. So instead of being a mother and entering the deep grieving that is part of this, I had to be a detective and a logician and chase information from multiple and my own cross-referenced sources, because police and the coroner's office couldn't tell the same story twice - and all because they were lazy, judgmental, and eating out of the hand of a person who has since been discovered to be lying to everyone.
Three people know what happened the morning of my son's death. One is dead, one is lying and one was never even interviewed.
The family has enough to manage without unnecessary questions. It's one thing to receive sober and evidenced-backed answers and not believe them. It's another to have to insist that a full investigation should be the source of the answers, and to seek evidence and findings on your own when confidence is lost because authorities were prematurely lippy, or just plain sloppy.
Maybe the Sherman family will not accept anything but a double murder ruling. But that isn't the issue. The police have a job no matter what the family is likely to believe.