Oh, my. I didn't realize that it was five long hours later after KV left at 5:30 to when PV located his daughter. He said that rigor had stiffened her body.
PV adored his daughter very much. He states in the NG interview that they were best of friends. They were very close. Mr. V feels he has nothing to live for except to find her killer. It is an all-consuming cause that haunts him day and night.
I signed the petition at the link in hopes that Mr V wins the familial DNA testing issue.
mocity, for the rest of my life, I feel that I may be as useful as an empty ink pen if my baby girl was murdered. May Mr V keep the fire burning for Justice for his lovely Katrina.
Agree very much. I also think that many dads feel there is a lifelong "protection" clause when they become a parent to a female child. It doesn't matter age or strength. For example, I am 45 and my always "got it all under control," protective dad is now 80. He has Parkinson's and a few other conditions, including some dementia onset. One of his greatest pains is that he is no longer able to "protect" his daughters as he used to... ..physically, emotionally, financially...While I am thankful he knows his limitations, it also is something that drains him. As my sister and I struggle with different things, he feels at such as loss because he doesn't have the resources to fix anything for us. Now, he needs our protection. It's not a fun thing to go through. Time is an enemy, indeed.
Aside from being protective of Karina, Papa V's career was based around protection, too...being there for those in need of help and rescue. So, it's a bit of a double whammy. I think what's carrying him through is the search, the determination, the fight and the promise to his family and Karina to get this beast off the streets. All other feelings bubbling beneath that layer likely cannot be accessed now, which is positive and negative. When you're that attached to the fight, you recoil from grappling with your vulnerability. You're not building skills that will help you live with such a loss.
I have a friend whose son was killed by a drunk driver. The killer escaped custody and fled...remaining on the lam for 2 years. My friend contributed every minute over the 2 years to finding the guy, and due partly to his efforts (keeping the case alive), the guy was spotted overseas somewhere. He's now in jail and the trial will commense soon. That's all great, but now my friend has all this time on his hands. His "purpose" now is unclear to him. He hasn't started to heal and, IMO, will need professional support that, due to his unwillingness to feel vulnerable, he'll likely not try to get.
It's all so very sad. Why is life so darn painful, sometimes?
(I do not know the family...just sharing based on my own experiences.)