The Story And Truth, Behind My Sons' Death
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The Story And Truth, Behind My Sons' Death
William P Darnell, Jr
October 8, 1990 - October 2, 2011 - Murdered.
The Truth: "Avenging Father Tells From An Undisclosed Name of A Close Friend And A Associated Member Days After His Death; Reveals Facts That Matched What My Son and I Talked About Hours Before?"
by William Darnell Sr
5/20/2021, 6:39 AM (EST) Revised Edition
I first started writing this article/short story last year because I am trying to begin to deal with past events I haven't dealt with that are now emerging to purge my emotional state of being. And it's the reason for being a revised edition, as well, and to clean this story up some by structuring it.
I found the courage this evening to finally read the story about finding my son dead in the paper, The LaPorte County Herald-Dispatch, (aka The LaPorte Herald-Argus,) out of LaPorte, IN., in the paper's archives. A story about finding my son in the basement in a vacant home belonging to his wife's mothers' mother.
Located across the street, close to the Laporte County Jail, at the grandmother's empty house and; "I remember my son, Billy, one time saying something about; "that is where they used to live,' and `you could see the jail from the window." He, at times, used to call me when he and his gang members had meetings or get-togethers from someone's cell phone, put me on the speakerphone, being a smartass, showing off in front of his buddies!
But in the basement of their grandmothers' home, found overdosed, slouched over from speedballing, heroin, and cocaine, mixed, and shot up in the arm, usually, sometimes with help and other places on the body. He was helped all right, right to his premeditated death!
"Yes, I said it! Premeditated, conspired against from an inside source that informed me afterward."
They planned this conspiracy against my son and the almost perfect murder/suicide, but the cause of death, they listed suicide or overdosed. He was an affiliated gang member. I know he was with two of its members, and I was the last to talk to him that evening before people found the whereabouts of him the following day.
He was found alone and told authorities differently, sources say, but he was distraught from an argument between him and his wife and a lieutenant from the gang. This lieutenant, his name, was never brought up or even told there had been an argument, and they never thought to contact me to find out if maybe I had heard from him, and I was the last one to hear from him that day.
"You cannot burn a candle at both ends without expecting to be burnt somewhere in the middle."
Do you want to talk about a botched-up investigation? Not saying anything wrong about the police here in general, but it hadn’t been reported either, and people knew I spoke to my son because I called to find out what was going on after speaking with my son, him being so distraught like he was?
“I never got the Truth from her either; she denied the argument ever happened.”
And I even tried to tell this to the authorities up there in LaPorte County. They didn't find it credible information, seeing how I couldn't prove it then, and it's contrary because it was established and had the last number known he had called from because he was the last person that day to call my number.
I should not have done it, reading such ugliness that killed him, and the flood of all this Truth not told until now in this story. To avenge his death without afflicting harm, that I knew the Truth and believed this in my heart, feeling it so strongly it's the Truth from God Almighty. (eye for an eye tooth for a tooth) I knew the ending facts that led to my sons' overdose just hours before, from a call he made to me on his gang leader's cell phone that didn't it take into account, which is despicable?
Something not reported by the authorities; of it having the possibilities being gang-related? The two last known suspects with my son, Billy, on October 1, 2011; "Where he told me, he's going to party with the leader of his gang that he was involved. Then there is one who he was in rivals with, the right-hand man, lieutenant, I think he's called, over my grandson, and for sleeping with his wife, which the two used to be close friends, as members, from what I knew and understood?" But found the following day dead. Fishy business, knowing this fact and wasn't investigated. Shameful!
Until after his death, a close friend of my son and an associated gang member had come forth and told me willingly the Truth. It confirmed what my son had said the night of October 1, 2011, and when they discovered Billy slouched over, foaming at his mouth, the following day in the basement.
“I will hold his identity undisclosed for his safety by being an associated member inside. And I knew this in my heart, intuitions of a parent, he had been murdered, and it was premeditated.”
Yes, I said it!
Which led me to believe from family, his wife, that the drug overdose had killed him, but I did not buy it or believe it; there is a story behind my son's death. I feel this way because it is gang-related. I am late telling this information all these years later; labeling, affiliation, and association with or involvement. Relating to gang activity and labeling the stereotype crowds, I won’t be identified like that on your best day.
But he was a grown man, but I told him to go back home, work things out with his wife, and focus on what’s right here. But for the nature of his call to me about the infidelities she committed, and he did as well earlier on in this whole ugly mess. So, I can’t defend or won’t defend his actions there. “You cannot burn a candle at both ends expecting not to be burned?
Being a gang member is a nightmare, and it never is easy when associating with a child or grandchild, family members. However, no labeling or affiliations labeling to be going on here, either. These bylaws and the rules and regulations of gangs, in general, go by, as members can turn into a rivalry between members, my son and the second in command had rivals?
“This grief has weighed heavy on my shoulders, and I am purging myself. But there is a time and place when certain things need to be told and heard?”
And I believe this wholeheartedly.
Now is the time that I need to voice these facts, the Truth of Light.
However, I spoke with my son the night of October 1, 2011, perhaps a few hours before, on the cellphone of the two last known suspects to be with him that evening. Was my son distraught from an argument he and my daughter-in-law had about my grandson and the possibilities of not being his?
My son was very distraught, so much he was even crying to me, looking for comfort or comforting words in what he needs to do? And the best advice I could give him was that he needed to go back home and discuss it with her, instead of fighting about it, and then go partying? I asked if a paternity test was performed and established, he said no, because she wasn’t that sure if this guy was the father she had been unfaithful?
I asked my son at this point; Do you feel in your heart whether or not his son was his? He said; yeah, he guessed so? I said, now is not the time to be assuming here; there was a child involved! Then I said, well, I want to see my grandson in person, face to face, and I’d know in my heart if he was, which I had already known somehow he was my sons’ gene pool and my grandson. He also told me of the rivals he had been having with this lieutenant character, that he was fixing to go party with knowing this gang member was out to get him and my son out to get him.
The infidelities, the adulterated acts both committed against their marriage, and her involvement with the lieutenants' rendezvous they had while my son was in jail. This act of unfaithfulness happened when Billy decided to finish a probation obligation and serve his remaining time in prison. He knew he couldn't otherwise complete successfully out in society smoking pot daily and the other drug use too, him having to take drug tests, which was an intelligent decision on his behalf.
In conclusion here:
“Being his father and pushing his death to the back of my mind, I will mourn my sons’ death now.”
Because honestly, for years, I have not appropriately mourned my sons, nor my mom yet, or my dad either, because I refused to believe their deaths. The reason for not excepting my sons' death at the time was because I was perplexed with emotion to its nature over his death.
Also, I was still in the rabbit hole myself; I still had my back turned to life, still on drugs from the event that happened, still in self-conviction for not having my children's best interest and well-being in mind. Giving it to my wife and told her or asked instead; I hope you know what you were doing when she allowed her little brother to stay in our home, from him mistreating and beating on his mom not getting his way? (Her brother was seventeen and a half years old at the time.)
But we knew of him being a child molester, now classified as a pedophile, seven counts! The reason for moving away from her mother's, in Kingsford Heights, IN., five years before when this happened, November 20, 1997. (The date he raped our children was Thanksgiving Day of 1997.)
The reasons for me being self-convicting at the time: How I could have prevented what happened, hadn't I been assertive to my wife and told her, no, having the best interest, welfare, and the wellbeing of our children in mind! Protecting them as I set out my vows as a husband and became a father as a man, raising and protecting his family from such harm and such predators of children. And this is for another short story coming. But a reference used in why I pushed his death way in the back of my sons' death.
When I found the courage that evening and when I first started writing this non-fiction, this reality of realization sucks losing one of our children so early on in life in the way that he died. And my heart is just completely broken, shattered, from reading it and knowing the facts. But I thought it might make me feel a bit better by finishing writing this short story, and it doesn't, but life can be so vicious to people sometimes.
* I suffer from mental health issues, a significant setback, and I have since birth. So, please, support your local and global Mental Health Association's and Clinic's if you have the means to do so; but if not, a simple prayer goes even further than any monetary value purpose. But funding is necessary for these places to operate and provide services and counseling to help those with a mental illness.
"My inside source, an associated gang member, said he had a lot of respect for me and found me to be inspiring from following me on the social media hub, Facebook. Imagine me, an inspiring person?, who he has met in a long time. How my son and I got along so well from listening to our conversations when my son called and displayed me on speakerphone, most of the time, which he had touched my heart for saying so too, coming from a young gang member caught up in a bad nightmare.’’
But his dad wasn’t around when he was growing up and how he got involved in a gang. But also shared with me that he wanted out, he seen to much bad happen. And I wish him all the best in his endeavor’s and I hope he got out of that chapter in his life?'
`No one will ever change my mind in this matter, as I know it to be credible and truthful, from the inside source, a gang member, that came forth and told me the Truth, when he had nothing to gain by doing it, but morals from doing what's right?”
Departure: My Son
Dedicated to:
I love you much,
Billy Patrick,
and I miss you so much more!
I hope you are resting peacefully,
and I will see you soon, at Heaven’s door?
Until we reunite my son,
keep an eye from above on your son,
helping him along his way?
You left him way too soon, son,
but that was God’s design,
even though you didn’t want it that way, per se?
Let Eoin feel you still exist; with his heart,
he won’t judge you,
coming eternally from inside.
That you never intended on leaving him so soon,
from the way that you died?
But things happen so unexpectantly,
it was a state of confusion that took me to the illusion,
that you were still here the whole time.
It’s time that I let you go, my son,
rest peacefully,
smile, I’ll see you on the inside.
My son, William Darnell Jr
| Copyright © 2021 William Darnell Sr |
| Year Posted 2021 |
Source - PoetrySoup™
P.S. Eoin is doing fine and looks so healthy, son!
**This event is based on facts and a true event that happened to my son.**
#murdered, #non-fiction, #facts, #inside-source, #gang-related, #botched
Sources online: The LaPorte County Herald-Dispatch
