Patrick, said to me; It’s no big deal, there was some violence at a New Year’s Eve party in a distant, neighboring community and some destruction of property."
"Don’t worry about it Ma." "I will handle it!"
My Son was Nineteen; I had to give him the necessary room to grow into a man; and the chance to ‘spread his wings’. Patrick was a little too ‘easy going’ for my liking. I had learned much earlier in my days here; I would be ‘trampled’ over in this area. I became an ‘aggressive, assertive, independent female.’
I remember being in Patty’s room, putting laundry away, gathering up other items.
It was then; I saw the cell phone.
A cell phone; hum; he must have got this while I was in Alabama.
I wondered if Patrick could afford to have a cell phone?
My Son and I spoke about the cell phone.
He took on a defensive attitude – not like my Patty.
He said to me," The only thing I can tell you is;" " I need to have this phone!"
"I need it." " Don’t ask me anything more" "I can’t tell you!"
As I stood there looking at My Son; I looked deep into His Eyes.
Something was really wrong and as His Mother I ‘sensed" it.
What was happening to My Son?
Later I was to learn, after reading some court exams; yes it was another’ under age drinking party’ on New Years Eve 2000.
There was destruction of property; My Son and his friends from out ‘our way’ could have been seriously injured or worse ‘that early morning.’
All; These, teenagers had been doing some heavy drinking!
Violence erupted over the competition of High School Basketball.
High School Basketball; in out of the way rural communities. I was completely unaware; ‘Basketball’ could become so competitive to the degree of violence.
My son and his friends from out their way; were in a car, frantically attempting to get’ the hell’ out of there.
They were blocked in; in the driveway.
The car and the teenagers in it; ‘it was reported’ was being rocked, kicked and shook; to the point of being like ‘out of’ a Michigan State University Riot!
While reading these reports; I learned the Private Investigator came to see My Son; for a reason. He was told by many in the area; "You want to talk to an honest young man;" go see Patrick.
The teenagers from Patty’s area; all decided upon one story on the way home; they would stick with this invented version.
Patrick made a few trips into the larger distance town. He would not tell me where he was going. Something serious I sensed from his face. I found out; My Son; was going to the Prosecuting Attorney’s Office to talk with them!
Patrick’s smiling, happy face; at times held a troubled, worried look.
Much, much, later; I learned there was going to be a jury trial.
My Son; was to be ‘subpoenaed ‘ in towards the end; along with one other young woman from his area.
They were the two; who were deemed to be so well known and well liked by many; the two who would ‘tell the truth.’ This would never take place; as ‘one’ of the two honest young teenagers would not be able to appear!
Shortly after arriving back from Alabama; the Investigator, the cell phone and my terrifying re-occurring nightmares told me something was really wrong – something to do with MY SON!