Coming back from Switzerland, after my wife died, was pretty hard, but I made it. When I landed in LaGuardia airport. I went to go get my luggage. That's where my brother Eddie was, to pick me up and to see the rest of the family.
Eddie comes over to me and hugs me.
He said “I'm sorry to hear about your wife, man. I wish I could've done something.” I looked at him, while embracing him too, and said “There is nothing anything or anybody could do. Physically or spiritually. It was an unfortunate accident.”
Eddie said “Still….”
I said “Forget it.”
Eddie took my baggage, when it appeared, and showed me where he parked. After putting my luggage in the trunk, both of us went into the car. Obviously, he was in the driver's seat, me in the passenger’s seat.
As we were driving to the family house in Brooklyn, Eddie said “It has been a while.” I said “It has been a long while.”
Eddie nodded his head.
As we drive to see my mother and sister, my father long since passed, I begin to wonder what was in store for me, notably that I haven't laid an eye on these people for a few years now. It could drive someone stark raving mad.
I start to recite “A chimp who was a chump, took a chomp out of the champ.” I said this repeatedly.
My brother looked at me very strangely.
I said “It is an exercise I do to keep me calm when I feel anxious about something.” Eddie just said “Oh.”
It was something that came to me, after my wife’s death. I don't know why it happened, but it has worked for me ever since.
I mean, if you really look at it, my wife and I had a special relationship. I know everyone says that. We went to places like Iowa City, Iowa, Chicago, Illinois, Washington, dc, even to Africa. Nothing could stop us. Then all at once, something happened. My wife went out one day, and
died. I don't know what happened. I think it was outside forces responsible for it. A lot of people were jealous of our marriage. I think she was murdered.
People think I am crazy to have this thought. Maybe I am, but no one has been able to prove otherwise. Not the doctors, not the morgue, and definitely not the people who did the autopsy on her.
I can't prove she was murdered, but that is my opinion.
Until someone proves something, I am going to find out for myself, since I am the only person doing anything about it.
I did have a lead saying that I might find the person here in New York city. I don't know if it is true or not, but I have to try.
As it was, I had to see my family in Brooklyn, to have an excuse to look for this person, if he or she existed.
You know I wasn't going to tell my family this, because they would think I went off the deep end, too.
It is a little late for that. It has already happened, when my wife was taken from me. As for my family members, I had to remain calm, since they are easily unnerved. There is someone helping me, as I gathered you figured out. So I lied. Sue me. This is all theory. I will find out who killed my wife, one way or the other.
Back to my brother. We haven't said too much to each other. It goes back to our childhood. I guess we were jealous of each other, in many different ways. My girlfriends liked him and his girlfriends liked me. He was a sports junkie. I was into academics. It was over too much stupid
and crazy stuff. Which is why it is strange that we are together on this day. My brother didn't originally like my wife. I didn't care. Some things never change and some things do. He is here now. Yeah, I know what I said. At the same time, it is great to see him, at this moment.
I said “How is your wife and kids?”
Eddie replied “Great. The kids can't wait to see their long lost uncle, again.” As we get to the house, my mother and sister come to embrace me, once my brother and i get out of the car. Eddie said “Go inside the house, with mom and your sister, and I will get your luggage.”
My mother, my sister and I went into the house. It seemed to be a very good day. . . .
Inside the house, everything had changed. Since my father's death, the whole place looked like a dungeon. I didn't say a thing about it.
“Hi mom. How is everything?”
My mother replied “As you can see, not everything is fine around here. It hasn't been the same since your father died.”
Here we go, again.
I said “I'm sorry to hear that.”
My usual response, considering…
My mother said “Nobody can do anything about it, now.”
My sister said “We are all sorry to hear about your wife.”
I said, “Like mom said, nobody can do anything about it, now.”
I felt like I was mocking my mother.
My sister said “Yep. It is nothing at all.”
I said “Exactly.”
Enough of the happy conversation.
“Did anyone eat?”
At that time, my brother came in.
“Sorry about that. I had to find parking around here.”
Nothing like this neighborhood to cheer you up.”
That was my mother being sarcastic.
Did anyone hear my question? I guess not. I didn't ask a second time.
. . .
Two weeks go by and my whole family is killed.
As my brother goes back out the door, Eddie never comes back. A week later, his body was found. Riddled with bullet holes. I don't know why someone would do that, so I want answers!
Last week, I went to the store, and what did I find when I went into the family house? My mother and sister have been strangled to death. Right there, in the house. No forced entry. It was someone they knew.
I had to report it to the police. No witnesses. I have become the prime suspect, but I have nothing to hide. So, I do as they tell me.
My wife, and now all of my family members! What now? They are coming to get me?! After the police are done with me, I am buying a gun. It will all be legal.
The police might not like it, but under the circumstances, my life might be in jeopardy. I will find out who did this!
. . .
I have been cleared of my family's murder. I can go back to Switzerland. I don't want to go back there, but it is the only thing I know.
As my plane touches down in Geneva, I feel alive, once again. Still grieving, but alive nonetheless. Too many details to seek out. With no next of kin, I am the only kin alive. Somedays i don't want to be.
Never again, will I set foot in New York city. It has caused me trouble. I am revoking my citizenship, not only to the city of New York, but the whole United States of America. Grant you, Switzerland might not be that safe anymore. The natives are getting angry with the influx of immigrants coming into the country. It is worse than before. Petitions are being sent out to get rid of these intruders, as the Swiss people say. Force them to migrate back to their own country. Either the government should do it, or the people will do it.
It doesn't bother me. I have my own worries.
I drove to the old house my wife and I used to live in.
As I get there, I park in the garage, as I did before.
No one has bought it yet, so I still have the keys. I unlock the door and turn on the lights to see it again. It still smells the same.
What i do next is go to the couch, and watch tv.
A woman next to me asked “What do you want to watch?”
I said “Anything you want, my lovely wife.”
Don't hold it against me, because of what I just said.
It is true about someone murdering her, but it was a character they tried to murder. The people have gotten what they deserved. It might be harsh, but I made sure it was done in a professional way. No messes. No witnesses. No convictions.
My father is in the kitchen cooking.
It might surprise you to know how many secrets I can hold. I can't even tell you whether I paid somebody, or did it myself. That would be giving too much away. I have to keep something for myself.
I will tell you this, and as much as it will shock you, it is true. My wife and my father are both alive, because certain people are dead. It isn't like any of them were innocent. Nobody is. It couldn't be helped. It was going to be us or them. One last thing that might give you something to think about in the future. I am, what you call, the lost Williamsen.
Bio:
I was born in Brooklyn, NY June 30th 1972. I currently have three ebooks online on kobo. I
know I never meant that much to you, secession and sovereignty and Oh, Canada. I am
currently trying to get a few of my short stories published or recognized or plays getting
produced. I have written a lot of plays and am currently in the process of writing several novels.
I am working on a baseball book, as well. I don't have anything else published other than the
three ebooks. Thank you for your time. Sincerely yours, Thomas Turner.