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The Murder of Richard Jacobs Jr

The Notification That Changes Your Life

By Susan PaytonPublished 8 months ago Updated 7 months ago 3 min read
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Murder - It's such a mundane word really.

We are entertained by it, fascinated by it. We watch murder mysteries about it. We are curious about the details, fascinated with the characters. Intriged by the who done it syndrome. That is ------------------

Until it happens to you!!!

Until you get that knock on your front door at 3 am in the morning. Until the men in suits are standing on your porch, with a somber face, and a message for you- "Sorry to inform you". Until you find out that it was no accident, no act of fate, no human error, it was an act of evil.

That Puts a Whole Different Spin On It

My husband answered the door, for he wasn't asleep yet and either was I. We were getting ready to call the police, for the restuarant my son worked at, even if he was sent to the beach store, he was still really late. My husband jumped out of bed, elated that he was safe, and he must have accidentally locked him out.

However, instead of my son standing on the porch, it was four men and one woman in dress attire. Greg felt a feeling of doom come over him even before the men spoke. They continued, "Does Richard Jacobs live here?" Greg immediately asked "Where is my son? Is he in trouble?? Where is he? Their response was, "Can we come in?"

Where is my son? Greg continued. Can we come in? they insisted.

"Not until you tell me where my son is".

The Notification - From My Front Porch

Then it came- The words that would change your life forever. "Your son, Richard Jacobs Jr, was shot multiple times tonight and is dead".

Greg stumbled back from the front door, and held the door open. They were from the Delaware State Police, and quickly they aligned themselves on an oriental rug that layed across my living room floor.

It was no oridinary rug. My son had purchased it for me as an early birthday gift earlier in the morning before he left for work.

My Notification

After the officers aligned themselves on my birthday gift, to this day, I could tell you what kind of shoes each of them had on. My husband yelled out to me in the bedroom, "Ricky is Dead".

I screamed "No- No-No" as I came racing out of the bedroom in my pajamas. I asked them, "What happened? Did he have an accident"? They remained silent. I was already breathing hard and tears flowing, but they remained silent. I raised my voice an octave, and said, "What happened"? They all remained silent, so I revved it up to a scream, "Tell me what happened to my son"???? The woman officer which I later found out was a Captain and the ranking officer, meekly said in a low tone, "He was shot."

My Reaction

Shot? I screamed, who would want to shoot Richard? Everyone loved Richard. They all remained silent once again. I was at such a high octave I was barely below a scream at this point. "Who shot my son"? Who took my son's life"?

The Detective on the one end, meekly said in a low monotone voice, "We don't know".

Greg said, "You didn't do your job"!! They remained silent.

I asked, "Was he in a bad area?? There reply was once again low and monotone, "Yes". Where was it? Where did my son die"? - No answer, none at all.

However, the next statement from Richard's mother, should have let them know what the next almost three years would be like.

Rick's mother, "ME", asked them this. -------------------

"Is someone going to pay for this?"

Again there was SILENCE!!

DEADLY SILENCE!!!

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About the Creator

Susan Payton

I love to write in every venue. I am 75 years old and try to make every day count,. I am learning a great deal about poetry on Vocal, and I am glad to be here.

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  • Douglas Carey7 months ago

    This is some heavy stuff. It's crazy how quickly life can turn upside down. I can't even imagine getting that kind of news at 3 am. You said your son bought you that rug as a gift. That must make it so much harder to look at. How did you and your husband cope with this? And what was it like dealing with the police right after getting such devastating news?

  • Jay Kantor8 months ago

    Dear Susan - I'm glad you picked up what Pastor Randy and I encouraged you to do. I knew about his son as well, and we talked about it when we wrote 'Victims-Too' - I would never have written it if it wasn't for him. I've been standing back on making this comment, from my own experiences: 'How do you find the words to say?' Bless you, j.in.l.a.

  • D.K. Shepard8 months ago

    You've experienced pain beyond imagining. I'm so sorry, Susan. The injustice in this lifetime leaves us yearning desperately for the next

  • Shirley Belk8 months ago

    What a beautiful young man your son was. I am so very sorry, Susan. I hope writing this helped to comfort you. Hugs and prayers

  • Euan Brennan8 months ago

    I know words from someone like me don't offer much for the heart, but I'm so sorry this happened to your son. At times, the world can be cruel to the kindest of people. But I know you went out and sought justice. You found the culprit where the police failed, and you did great. I'm sorry for the pain you and your husband had to endure. I wish you and Gregory the absolute best.

  • I'm so sorry for your loss, Susan. There is no comfort that ever seems to come from finding out someone else has some idea of what you are going through, that you have company on this road through the valley of the shadow of death, the valley of Hell itself. For us it was two highway patrol officers at our front door around 7 p.m. who wouldn't talk to Sandra until I was there with her. She called me upstairs from the basement where I was watching tv. We're both pastors & have been with families in hospital rooms, homes, etc. more times than I can remember or count. We didn't shout or scream. We quietly asked questions as we tried to wrap our heads & hearts around this news, feeling every bit as helpless to make everything okay on this side of it as ever we were on the other side. At 5:11 in the afternoon, returning from a neighboring town in his mother's car where he had delivered a repurposed prom dress as a part of a mission project he had started with a friend, he crossed over the center line on a curve & ran into another vehicle head on. At about 5:15 I had been returning from taking the Food Bank's cardboard to recycling after we closed at 5. I had to wait at the intersection for all the first responders--multiple fire trucks, ambulances, highway patrol vehicles--not knowing where they were heading. I had thought about taking in a movie that evening in the very town from which he had been returning. I would have been directed to take a detour around the accident, still with no clue. I decided against it. If I had, I would have been in the theater 22 miles away when they showed up at our door. I know you've been asked this more times than you can tell, & please don't feel you need to answer if you don't want to. But did they figure out what happened, who did it & why?

  • K.B. Silver 8 months ago

    I'm so sorry. I hope they find some answer for you.

  • Mother Combs8 months ago

    I'm so sorry for your loss, Susan. I hope that soon you find the peace you deserve.

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