George Gilligan, his wife, Theresa, and
his two children, Lisa, 5 and Gregory, 4
arrived at their home in Evansville,
Indiana on January 14, 1980
and were shot to death by a killer
named Donald Ray Wallace,
who had been robbing their home.
It so sad and so tragic that often in
this world, good people who harmed
no one are randomly murdered, as
if this life is often like a matter of
good or bad luck.
And even though most of us feel safe
and take precautions to avoid being
victims of murders, sometimes we
become the randomly murdered like
all those who felt as if random murders
only happened to other, unknown people
they saw or heard about on the news.
Bob Boyd
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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