I am defensive when people use the term closure.
I don’t believe families experience a positive closure.
I believe each time they think of a loved one it’s akin to reopening a wound that never quite heals.
The change to their lives never feels normal, it’s always like a black storm cloud following aptly, striking without warning. A scent, a flash of a loved ones favorite color, or an old friend can open a







of grief.
I’ve seen families move on, mostly with devastating affects to siblings, cousins and close loved ones.
A moments uncontrolled behavior by a murderer often kills much more than a victim.
A killing has a detrimental affect, coming and going at will. I one heard it described like the wind. As it blows up all the emotions rise up, having to be addressed until the inevitable calm and life returns to a forced new normal.
Families live with details of an autopsy report, the final moments of a Loved one.
They struggle to understand what flaws a killer had to take another’s life. I’m not sure they ever understand and accept what Cruelty was put upon them. Families can ever be made whole.
No, I don’t think there is genuine closure.