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Sandra S. Corona
Category:
Memoir
Publisher: self
Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 70
Copyright: March 2010
Writing, poetry and artwork helped me cope with the void created when my only son was brutally, needlessly, murdered. Doug was 23, engaged to be married, working and happy.
His fiancee's 'other beau', believing Jeanne's lie that she was pregnant and yet Doug would not move their wedding date forward, first shot my son three times with a 22 rifle. After Doug fell to his knees, James approached him from behind, raised an axe and split Doug's head into two pieces to the neck. Thirteen other blows rained down upon my son who, because he was deaf, never heard the attacker and, therefore, made no attempt to defend himself. Dismembered, Doug was buried in James' backyard and was listed as missing until James' mother, concerned that her son was suicidal, called the police. They found my son buried beneath the wood pile in James' backyard. (James is doing 20 years to LIFE.)
This book celebrates Doug's LIFE, the twenty-three years he laughed and lived--with personal photos and tidbits. The love I still have for my son is present as well as my 'thanks' to God for those 23 years.
"Wings" is about love, loss, a broken heart and coping ... going on with life ... without bitterness.
Age Twenty-Three The clock stopped, your heart ceased at age twenty-three. I fell to my knees. “Do hear my plea, Lord. You’ve been through losing a child; we both had only one son. Mine is only twenty-three please . . . reconsider, take me?” Eerie silence weaves through trees, surely He heard me. With the greatest ease He replied aloud. “Dying is not my domain. It’s of nature . . . like the rain. Cherish years, those twenty-three and please do not forsake me.” Our pain rained, a storm seized . . . far as I could see. I rose from my knees, smiling through old tears. “Thanks, Lord, for those twenty-three years I held onto my son. Sincerely, Lord, thank you for each and every one.”
"Wings" is now available in paperback:
I apologize for my delay. Not only have I been ill with the flu this past week, I've been working on the book about my son, "Wings" ... about the life, times and murder of my only son, Gregory Douglas Turner. It is touching. There's little humor in this book but lots of pictures and newspaper clippings.
You can order "Wings" for $14.95 directly from me: Sandra S. Corona, 2021 SE Vickie Drive, Prineville, Oregon 97754. Checks and money orders are accepted.
Keep in touch. My email is sillysal47.msn.com and my webpage is www.sandrascorona.weebly.com. If you stop by my webpage, be sure to sign my guest book so I'll know that you visited. If you enjoyed your visit to the webpage, feel free to tell your friends to stop by too.
Sandy
Excerpt
Murder is a terrible word! You never forget losing a child by any means … but murder!
I choose to remember my son, to share the lives of my family, with anyone who will listen lest they be forgotten. It’s hard ‘going on with life’.
Doug’s dreams, his life and the jokes he told continue to bring me comfort. I rejoice in the joy he brought to so many people.
We are never alone, life goes on, but those you love live forever in your heart.
May ‘Wings’ bring you comfort and joy.
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