I know exactly how you feel. The girl that was murdered in the movie Dead Man Walking was my neighbor and my friend yet her name is never remembered. No one knows what a funny sweet girl she was and her boyfriend too.
Her killers got their names in lights. Got a movie and everything.
Makes me sick.
All these years and it still makes me angry.
These are the stories that show evil working it’s way through this world. Despicable how these demons are given star status.
Long ago, I wanted to write a book about high profile (national or local) murder cases. The cases would get a couple of paragraphs overview and the stories would be about who the victims really wore. I just never knew how to go about writing such a thing.
I am considering it. I would definitely like to write something on your friend, as well, if I did this and could make a contact. It was really the where to start aspect. Do I query a publisher? Do I pick certain cases, etc.? A lot of questions, but maybe it would help my own grief a bit. This year has been harder than most. I keep telling myself it’s been 16 years. It shouldn’t feel worse than when it happened.