Just when I had almost concluded my book Dare I Call It Murder? — A Memoir of Violent Loss, might never get published, things came together quickly and the date is set — July 9.
Nothing special about the date other than it comes after the Independence Day holiday and it precedes August’s news-dead dog days of summer and Labor Day. Also allows me to get events scheduled before the Big Five in New York swamp us with their fall releases.
Now I’m scrambling to get everything in place, especially with the printer. The book had been on hold since January. Ramping up as quickly as practical before things kick into high gear.
More details are on the book’s website: Book Release: July 9, 2013.
Books may be ordered in advance, and those of you who expressed interest in an autographed copy will need to order it from me (at least if you want it sooner than later): How to Buy the Book.
In case any members of the press are lurking or checking in, please contact my PR folks, Gail DiRe or Diane Duthweiler, at Book It Northwest.
Yet, despite my sense of relief and increasingly upbeat mood, I cannot overlook the underlying reason for the book’s raison d’être—my parents’ deaths and the fact that no one has ever provided satisfactory answers to the two most basic questions: how and why did Loren and Jody Edwards die?
In my book, I present evidence the FBI never got a chance to lay out in a public court of law, and I portray conversations I had with the agents who investigated the case. The reader can decide whom and what to believe, and draw his or her own conclusions.
Nor can I end this missive without commenting on yet another murderous rampage, this one in Santa Monica last week.
After killing his father and brother, the gunman, firing an assault rifle, randomly shot innocent people, killing four of them before police killed him. All told, seven people died, leaving trauma in the wake of this seemingly senseless rampage.
For those who survived, and the families of those innocent victims the gunman murdered, they now have what we call “the new normal.” Nothing is ever the same. There is no going back. I hope they obtain professional counseling from therapists specifically trained in dealing with survivors of violent loss, traumatic grief, and complicated bereavement.
When my parents died, I became immersed in the investigation and did not get any counseling. Three decades passed before I recognized and acknowledged that post-traumatic stress and PTSD had and still has an impact on my life and the lives of those around me.
Fortunately, I met Connie Saindon, founder of Survivors of Violent Loss. The organization has been invaluable to me. Connie also wrote the Foreword to my book. I am donating a portion of the proceeds from sales of my book to SVLP.
I am also fortunate in having a supportive wife (Janis) to lend me a hand and give me a shoulder to cry on. Not everyone is so lucky.