Sometimes investigating gets frustrating. At times I feel like I am hitting walls, can't get any traction on new leads, or sometimes am just plain exhausted from what I feel like should be such an obvious answer to the question, "Who killed Cheryll?" I sometimes … Continue reading 67. Waves from Heaven
Tag: 1971
66. The Devil Is in the Details
The devil is in the details. We've all heard that saying before, and when it comes to old and cold cases, it is true--the small details can add up and help shine light on the truth. In working with the cold case detective assigned to … Continue reading 66. The Devil Is in the Details
65. 50 Years Later
The day is here. October 19, 2021. Today officially marks the passing of 50 years since Cheryll's life ended. When I started this journey of telling Cheryll's story and trying to solve who was responsible for her murder, my target date was today because I … Continue reading 65. 50 Years Later
63. “I Am with You”
It was a summer day when Bridget, Erin, and I met for lunch. We were finally able to find time free of the stress of work, the busyness of life, and all the figurative noise that usually surrounded us when we tried to talk together. … Continue reading 63. “I Am with You”
62. Echoes of the Voices
As my conversation with Mrs. Smith continued, we shifted from her sweet memories of Cheryll to me asking her about the terrible time in October of 1971 when Cheryll was discovered to be missing. "How did you hear about Cheryll being missing?" I asked Mrs. … Continue reading 62. Echoes of the Voices
The Stevie Fro Podcast
Recently, Bridget and I were invited guests on the podcast called The Stevie Fro Podcast. The host, Steve Fromeyer, typically interviews local sports stars, coaches, and athletes, but in an effort to broaden his reach and venture into other areas of interest, Steve asked Bridget … Continue reading The Stevie Fro Podcast
61. The Sweetest Girl
Sometimes I find myself seemingly buried-- buried in the frustration, the questions, the investigative construct, in the discussions, and in documents all relating to Cheryll's case; feeling sadness and despair over the unanswered questions about her last day alive and in the investigation that ensued. … Continue reading 61. The Sweetest Girl
60. Mounds of Dirt
I came to learn that the name in lights that I saw spelled out in front of a house on Route 8-- JON-- was the name of the homeowner's son who had recently passed away, and as a way to remember him, his name was … Continue reading 60. Mounds of Dirt
59. The Name in Lights
And then, in a sort of bomb-dropping moment, Mark took a turn answering Bridget's question. "You know I talked to the police detective about a month ago and he gave me the name of a man he thinks could have done it. And you haven't … Continue reading 59. The Name in Lights
58. “I Want to Know Who Killed My Sister”
(Note: This blog post is a continuation of the previous blog entries #55-57). "Let's talk about the aftermath of Cheryll's murder," I said to Mike and Mark, hesitating slightly knowing this could continue to be difficult to discuss. "You eventually moved off of Rose Avenue. … Continue reading 58. “I Want to Know Who Killed My Sister”
Gone in the Fog 