Alicia Schmidt, a young mother, is gone. I didn’t know her, I don’t know her children and yet I’m still aching with the news of her death. It’s not fair that she died. It’s not right. I want to fix this irreparable damage even though I know there is no fixing it. Alicia has been murdered and it probably wasn’t a stranger that hurt her. That is what makes me hurt the most.
Someone said that Pottstown has a lot of domestic violence. Maybe it’s the economy. Maybe it’s that Pottstown has a lot of folks who have been in trouble with the law already and their stress level is higher? Or maybe people are just becoming more brutish in general- and maybe it has nothing at all to do with being in this town.
What difference does it make? From what we think we know Alicia and her “intimate friend” had several domestic altercations, at least that is if the comments from one of her former neighbors are true. We know that the man who was living with her contacted his former wife and told her he might have killed her. We know she was found dead. God?! It’s so damned wrong.
What do we do about it?!
I’ve got nothing. There are no answers. The only thing I can think to do is to mourn.