And it’s time again for Shafali’s Creativity Carnival!! Please go check out the post I’m responding to, plus her site in general! She’s really talented and has a fantastic blog. Here’s the cue art:
There are moments that stay with you, being a cop. There are cases that are never answered, and you always wonder if you’d missed something that could have solved the whole thing. Others you wish you could forget; the horrible terrible monsters breathing so close to you, you wish you could hide in a hole for the rest of your life. And then there are the cut-and-dry ones, that you always remember. The case of Jeremy Jones was just that. To this day I don’t know how to feel about that case.
We were called to a house for a wellness check. His mother hadn’t heard from him and was getting worried. Sometimes it’d take him days to answer, but he always did eventually. We were to find out he’d had a wife, and she had died young of cancer. It happened quickly, and Jeremy didn’t take it very well. His mom kept telling him to get help, but he would just stay in the house they had called home day after day. It took him six months, but when we showed up, the impossibility of his situation had taken hold. We found him at the dining table, with a letter and her picture. The letter was for his mother, telling her how sorry he was, but that he didn’t want to be in a world without the woman he loved and cherished and could tell anything to.
It was a sad case, a case not easily forgettable. He had so much to live for, but the love for life was nothing compared to the love for the woman he married. I can’t help but think of how his life could have been, if only he’d gotten the help his mother so desperately wanted him to. If only the media, and society, were more open in their thinking of mental health and mental awareness. This man could have done anything, but instead, he is laid to rest with the love of his life, another life so cruelly taken away.