Renee Roissier Miller

Why did he kill Renee?

That is a really good question. It is one I have asked myself a million times. I doubt we will every really know. Local law enforcement types have described this as the closest thing to a “thrill killing” this area has seen in decades, if not ever. But I suppose he did have some reason, because he killed her. He thought about it. He planned it. And then he did it. He was clumsy in his attempts to cover it up because he believed that he would get away with it. He truly never thought he would be caught and I believe it an absolute certainty he would have killed again, given the chance. Back to his reasons, first of all his reasons aren’t going to make any sense to most of us because we are human. He is not. He is a psychopathic, amoral, heartless, soulless, and gutless piece of shit. No sane person will ever find an understandable reason for his execution of Renee. I guess the fact that he knew Renee suspected him to be a liar and petty thief was enough.

Was he on drugs?

No, I don’t believe so. I never saw any evidence he ever used drugs and as far as I knew he was only a moderate drinker. Like the above question most are still looking maybe even hoping they can come up with something to make sense out of this tragedy. I don’ t think it will come. For those needing an answer, I think you can rule out drugs. Wasn’t a factor. Believe me I’ve given this a lot of thought, forget motives and consider this – just plain pure evil. Hideous, unspeakable evil. If you can acknowledge that evil exists ask yourself, what it would look like. Does it shout evil? Look like the pictures of Satan or the devil in the kid’s religious primer? Or could it be more subtle? I know what it looks like now. Before I knew, evil was something I rarely thought about. Oh, I read the papers and knew there were monsters out there doing terrible things, often to good people, but it was pretty removed. Maybe always there but never really affecting me or my family. It was just a harmless looking snake in the grass but now the evil has a face. Check out the murderer’s mugshot. Lucifer is alive and well. Raised in Etowah, Tennessee, though now residing in a county jail.

If he does not get the death penalty, then what?

The real key to getting some type of justice for Renee is a finding of first degree or capitol murder. My understanding is if one is found guilty of first degree murder in TN there are only 3 possible sentences. One is death. The others are life with NO possibility of parole, meaning you die in jail and the most lenient is 51 years served before being eligible for parole. In this case, the death penalty is off the table so this POS is looking at either dying in jail or getting out in 50 years, if convicted of the current charges.

-jamie

July 1st – we can add yet another day of my life to the endless list of things the miserable bastard who slaughtered my beautiful wife stole from me. I spent the day in court listening to a hired legal gun parsing every syllable and attempting to split legal hairs in what, thankfully, turned out to be a vain attempt to keep a potential jury from hearing the truth about the creature he is being paid to defend. Every line in a four page search warrant was dissected; evidently the lawyer’s attempt to suppress was based largely on either a typo or mistake where one of five blanks requiring a date be entered had the wrong date. We got to hear a lengthy discourse about rogue cops “rummaging” through the family home on some sort of “fishing expedition” thus somehow violating this poor boy’s rights.

Thankfully, the judge was having none of this bullshit and pointed out an honest mistake on a date did not invalidate the warrant. It took hours for the defense to make their case, flimsy as it appeared to be. In addition to the date issue we were treated to a lengthy description and argument about each item taken as evidence under the search warrant. After the defense pontificating was over, the judge didn’t see any problem with any of the evidence obtained. Motion to suppress the entire search warrant and or individual items taken under the terms of the warrant was denied.

These few lines I’ve written took half a day in court and the judge’s ruling comes only after the State and the defense make their respective case. Except for occasionally asking for minor clarification, the judge sits stoic and silent. It made for some very anxious moments for us [Jackie attended with me]. As I listened to the defense attorney attempt to lay ground work to free a murderer, I am thinking “My God, is this judge buying this crap?” And, if he is – what is going to happen to the case? I was a nervous wreck until the judge finally ruled. The second half of the day dealt with at least three separate confessions on videotape and several more written and oral statements describing various versions of Renee’s execution. These were made to at least three different law enforcement officials, at least one was made with the killer’s attorney present [this was his first attorney; she later resigned].

I’ll attempt to give the Reader’s Digest condensed version because again, the defense appears to be paid by the word. His argument alleging that his client’s rights were somehow violated took hours. The gist of his argument was to point out that the detectives initially questioning his client about what was then only a missing person case were a little taller than average. Yes, he was implying that their height might possibly have intimidated his client. Then there was the lawyer’s notion that it just wasn’t fair for these grizzled and “seasoned” police to interview his “young boy” client [the killer was 20 at the time]. He also argued that the police may have had the audacity to deceive his client by suggesting they had evidence to counter some of his client’s lies. In fact what they had was a hunch, which proved correct. The lawyer was concerned his client may not had enough sleep following the murder as it took time to retrieve Renee’s body from where he dumped her and then the various stories involving several possible death scenes and weapon disposal sites had to be investigated. It appears the only truthful statements made by the murderer were that he killed her and where he dumped her. Most everything else he made up on the fly, running the cops ragged trying to find some truth behind his various stories. The defense was upset that the killer’s first lawyer allowed an interview to take place against her advice. [The animal's first lawyer resigned when her client would not follow her advice. And according to someone who knows her, she may have also had a conscience.]

There is more, but I think most can get a flavor for the day. Again, the judge gives very little indication of what he is thinking prior to ruling, and even though the morning session went well for the State, I was still VERY anxious. If legally-obtained confessions start getting tossed out, a case can collapse in a hurry. The judge’s ruling when it finally came was a real victory for decent society. He quickly pointed out not only did the police act properly, they acted in an exemplary way and he wished all police acted in this manner. He found no grounds that the accused rights were violated in any way. In fact the judge noted that the police went out of their way to inform him repeatedly he had the right to stay quiet. The idea of a 20 year-old murderer being called a boy was quickly dispensed with when the judge correctly pointed out the age of majority in TN is 18. And as twenty is well past that, no consideration would be given now or later to his youth. The issue of the first attorney allowing a confession to go on against her advice was also dispatched without delay. According to the judge the accused always has the right to ignore the legal advice his parents paid for. In summation, a very long, draining and emotional day. It was a relief to see a no-nonsense judge cut through some pretty frivolous and farfetched motions, giving me at least a ray of hope justice will someday come to the evil one.

June started with a trip to Ocean City, the town where I grew up and began my life with Renee. The beach town will always hold a special place for me, I remember my youth fondly and am thrilled see the next generation enjoy the area as much as I did. Overall the trip was a huge success. We got to see many friends and family plus we enjoyed really great weather. I think the kids got their fill of the beach, seafood, fishing, crabbing, boating and spending time with their cousins. Their aunts went above and beyond to see all the kids had a good time. I got to spend time with people very dear to me who have been a great help as I begin my journey of a life without Renee. For the most part I did pretty well though there were a couple of times when the memories hit me like an avalanche, overwhelmed me and left me in a total funk. Simple things like sitting on a friend’s deck by a river drinking beer when it occurred to me, in the hundred or so previous times being here, I had never been without my Renee. In previous conversations Renee and I had with these same friends of growing old gracefully after the kids were raised and gone, we talked of us literally “sitting on a dock on the bay” eating crabs, cooking out and drinking a few beers. These memories flooded my thoughts and rendered me pretty poor company for a time. I snapped out of it, after a while. I did end up staying on the shore a day longer than scheduled, gave the kids another day on the water and me some time to reflect and make some future plans. Not sure if these moments come less frequently now or I just handle them better, but even with the raw emotions this trip was better than last years. Either way life does go on but it can be damned hard at times. I recently read and it certainly rings true, “time doesn’t heal anything, it simply passes and drags you with it.” That pretty much sums it up. My kids need me in the present so that is where I try to dwell, at least most of the time. I do have some changes and decisions coming up about how I am going to spend the rest of my life and continue dealing with the damage inflicted upon my children by the monster who stole their mother. It’s been a long road and a lot of people have helped me keep going when I really wasn’t sure I would.

Summer at home is busy, working with the kids and trying to keep the place up takes a lot of time. Rental houses are still a struggle to manage and we sure aren’t seeing any improvement in the economy around here, at least not in my tenants’ demographic. The kids have been spending quite a bit of time at a local pool and we get to the lakes and rivers in Tennessee often. Unusually warm and sunny weather has given the kids tans dark enough to question their ancestry but they do look fit and healthy. Overall the kids are doing a bit better, still a lot of work to do but certainly not all bad news. A legal update will be posted in a day or two. July 1st found me spending all day in a courtroom, watching a defense attorney attempt to pervert the justice system, looking for a loophole for his guilty client to slither through. On this day at least, he was not successful. More detail to follow. To those who care, thanks.

Be well.-
jamie

The 2009/10 Greenback School Yearbook contained the following memorial to Renee. Eight of her nine children are or have been students at Greenback. We are most grateful to Peggy Cagler and the staff at Greenback who chose to remember Renee.

Jackie Miller (Greenback ‘09) will be joining the Middle Tennessee State University Blue Raiders for the 2010-2011 season as the first wrestler to earn a wrestling scholarship at the school since 1979. The scholarship will be provided via the MTSU Wrestling Scholarship Foundation, which is in the process of legal recognition and started by Head Coach Bryan Knepper earlier this year.

Jackie finished 3rd at 189 in 2009 in the state of Tennessee behind Cameron Croy (Brentwood, Harvard Univ.) and Mike Kennedy (Blackman) by defeating Tate Mustin (Lincoln Co) after beating Chip Norwood (Cleveland) in the Consolation Semifinals. His loss at the state tournament was to Tucker Bolton (Bradley Central). Talk about a stacked and TOUGH weight-class!

Miller will bring a toughness to the room that will help to build the NCWA-D1 program to a Top-10 finish in the NCWA National Tournament, which is a team and coaching goal for next season. He will fill the 184-lb weight class, which boasts a National Champion from the state of Tennessee in Ian Stephens of Tennessee Temple (Fr in ‘09). This is sure to setup interesting matchups at the TN State Duals (to be held at Austin Peay next season), the Mid-Atlantic Conference tournament (2/26/11 at Southern Virginia University) and at Nationals in March 2011.

Those of you on this board that know the Miller family know the DEDICATION to wrestling that they have shown and of the hardship they have had to endure over the last year.

I would like to welcome Jackie to the Blue Raider mat as we build toward a National Championship by 2014.

Read the details on Coach T boards, click here.

I hope for all reading this that Mother’s day was a truly enjoyable event for you. I hope that it was a time to acknowledge and hopefully spend time with a mother that you both love and respect. Those of us of an age where our Mothers have lived a full life span and are now gone can hopefully reflect upon happy memories of a life well lived and, while badly missed, we know life does end at some point. It is much easier to accept the loss if the loved one makes it to (or even better, past) the four score mark. For those, such as my children, who lost a mother way too young it can be a pretty rough day.

Not only is the day itself hard but the entire season can be painful. It starts with the flower and card ads, restaurant specials, spa vacations, and various other celebration activities aimed at the living. The elementary school projects with the arts and crafts made just for Mom are a not-so-gentle reminder of what has been lost. I never thought I would be scrambling for the mute button on the TV remote, treating some Hallmark card commercial like it was an idiot hawking condoms, male enhancement or feminine products, but I did. We got through our second Mother’s Day with no Mom. I can’t say it was any easier but I was a bit better prepared. All the kids were together, we cooked out and planted yet another red maple tree on our property, in short, we tried to make the best of things. Last year I planted a red maple on the roadside where Renee was murdered. Happy to say that the tree is doing surprisingly well. It made it through some pretty dry weather. A little bit of evidence life goes on. Planting red maple trees is my fallback position when I don’t have a clue what to do on days such as Renee’s birthday, date of her death, Mother’s Day and any other time I have a day I can neither celebrate nor ignore. Seeing as how I will likely never know what to do, if I live long enough, I guess I will have a red maple forest on my property.

The weather was great and the younger kids did manage to laugh and play a bit. The older ones helped around the house and did what they could to live and enjoy the moment like their Mom always did. She would be proud. I sure am. Best wishes to all.

-jamie

Today, for the umpteenth time, I got to watch one of our kid’s heart break. It is always a gut-wrenching, emotionally draining experience and this one was worse than most. The last couple of weeks for several of the kids it has been obvious that time has not yet begun to heal their wounds. Not sure if subconscious memories associated with spring and Renee, the shock of the tragedy wearing off and reality setting in, or something else could be going on but there have been some pretty tough moments recently. There have been some good days but just under the surface there lurks vast amounts of pain and suffering just waiting for some trigger point to erupt. Today was one of those days.

Jesse started a real school for the first time. Renee had been home schooling him and after her death I continued this, relying on several tutors to handle his lessons. [Let me add right here, I am so grateful for your donations to the Miller Children's Fund. Your help made it an easy decision to have him continue for another year of home schooling, despite the expense of tutors.] Jesse truly had a rather idyllic life when his mother was alive. I mean, this kid radiated joy and happiness. So much like her in energy, enthusiasm and interests, the two stayed busy with a long list of projects and chores and he loved every minute of it, thinking it might not end until he left for college like his sister did. When team sports drew his older brothers away from home schooling, and then their special needs also brought his younger siblings to Greenback School, Jesse wasn’t even tempted to join them. He was happiest to be learning at home with his Mom.

No doubt he was a bit nervous as we drove to the school today but his remembering the times he and his mother shared while the others were in school, and knowing those days were truly gone forever, opened a floodgate of raw emotion that really broke what is left of my heart. I defy anyone watching a child racked in this much pain to come up with something other than being put to death slowly as a suitable punishment for the animals that caused this suffering. Pure evil, devoid of human traits lives on, while a magnificent life was cruelly extinguished. One’s faith in virtually everything is questioned, there is just no way to explain why this happened that is going to help a grieving child. I continue on with the hope that a string of good days will get longer and the bad ones fewer and farther between but on days such as today, I really wonder if it is possible. Trooper that he is, Jesse gathered himself together and went off with a positive attitude. His mother would be so proud.

Jeremy Miller of Greenback High School did not win a state wrestling title this year as he has in the past, but the season was still tops in his mind.

“It’s the best record I’ve ever had,” he said of his 39-2 mark, which was blemished only by a 2-0 loss in the state finals to Brennen Cox of Independence High at 145 pounds and a loss to 152-pound champion Chris Aguilar of Bradley Central in a dual match. “I think it was by far the best season I have had except for the end of the state tournament.”

As a result of his outstanding year, he is this year’s News Sentinel PrepXtra wrestler of the year. Although the junior did not find many obstacles on the mat, he and his teammates did find a few off it. Both the ongoing gas leak problems at the school and the death of a teammate’s father forced the cancellation of some matches. That is significant because Greenback coaches say Miller had been on track to challenge the Tennessee career win total of former Chattanooga Baylor standout Jordan Lee.

Since he won the state as an eighth-grader at 103 pounds in 2007 on his way to being that year’s PrepXtra wrestler of the year, Miller has been a marquee name in area wrestling. He finished third at 119 as a freshman and second last year at 135. Making large jumps in weight classes each year is actually a little out of the ordinary for a wrestler, he believes. “It’s pretty unusual for a (former) 103-pounder to wrestle 145,” he said with a laugh.

But the weight increase has helped him in his other sport – football, where he plays safety under former head wrestling coach Justin Ridge. Lifting weights and the demands of football do take away some time in the summer that could be used for wrestling, but he is able to make up for the absences with his various skills and gifts, his current head coach said.

“He’s one of those kids who naturally has a feel for something,” said Bryant Blackmon of Greenback, a former state champion at Bradley Central. “He also has a very good work ethic. And he is one of the most competitive people I know.”

A student with a 3.8 grade point average who hopes to wrestle in college and study engineering, Miller said he still has plenty of goals for the next few months, even though he has already achieved quite a few. “I’d like to place in a national tournament and win the state,” he said.

John Shearer is a freelance contributor. The story was published in the: Knoxville News-Sentinel April 12, 2010.

Click here for the Blount County Daily Times story.

Also, a youtube slide show of Jeremy winning at the Bradley Invitational, December 19, 2009. Click here for the full results.

And, his 2007 state title and the 2007 Knoxville Sentinel wrestler of the year.

How are you doing? It’s been over a year now, are things any easier?

I am one person who won’t have to be reminded how long it’s been.  406 days as I type this. There is never going to be an easy answer to the question “how are you doing?”  No real way for those who care to avoid asking it so I will continue to at least try and answer. I’ve been told by some folks who have called me on the phone that  I sound better. Maybe they are just being polite or optimistic or maybe I am either doing a bit better or at least projecting some improvement which, I guess, is the first step to realizing it. The truth is I am not always sure how I am doing; it changes often, sometimes several times a day. I have found I can enjoy moments, sometimes days, of some semblance of normalcy. I haven’t totally lost the ability to laugh, joke, get excited about a few things, etc.  It helps me a lot believing that Renee would want to see joy and laughter in our house again. Also the pragmatic side of me knows my kids have many decades of life ahead of them and they can’t spend it all grieving so I want to do what I can to show them life will go on. All sounds good so far but things can turn dark in a hurry.

Little things often can and do trigger an emotional train wreck. I suppose at some level there has been an acceptance of sorts. The shock has worn off.  We no longer really expect to see her standing in the kitchen or walking down the hall.  It has been a while since I responded to one of the kids’ [sometimes inane] questions about something I have no knowledge of with an, “I don’t know honey, go ask your mother.”  I haven’t absently dialed Renee’s old cell phone number in many months. One of the worst times was last fall.   Jeremy was having a monster of a football game and I got so caught up in it, I just couldn’t wait to tell Renee how great he was playing.  This was something we often did if one of us could attend an event but the other could not. Her murderer stole and destroyed her phone but the service hadn’t yet been canceled and I was well into leaving a lengthy voice mail describing Jeremy’s exploits before the light came on and I stopped in mid-word to ask myself what in the hell I was doing.  And then, a grown man stood on the sidelines of his son’s big game with a cell phone pressed to his ear and his proud smile quickly turned to tears.

I have found as we have started to observe family milestones for the second time without Renee, Janna’s birthday, Easter, etc. the events aren’t really any easier for me but seem to go better for the smaller children. No real surprise, I guess. An anal numbers cruncher like me is well aware the ratio of time my young children spent with Renee vs. the time since she was stolen from them will quickly shift to more time without her than with her. Their memories will fade.   This thought breaks my heart but I also know it is necessary to their survival. The absolute worst time for me is seeing the kids in pain, and with the number of children I have, each affected a little differently, this can be a fairly common occurrence.   Though I would say that most appear to be slowly doing better. I did have a recent setback of sorts following some good days. One of my younger kids was very upset and sobbing, saying “I don’t like it here anymore; I want to be in heaven with Mommy.” Scared the shit out of me and made me cry all at the same time. I got the child settled down and am somewhat confident the chilling potential of this statement isn’t going to be a future issue.

Still it is times like this that make me wonder if I am not fooling myself when I think things will get better. In fairness and to be a little more upbeat there are also moments when I can truthfully say I believe that despite being beaten, battered and severely wounded my family at least has a chance to make it and lead the lives Renee wished for us. I continue to make some changes to the house which gives me a feeling of moving forward and while never forgetting, not just dwelling in the past. We’ve been using and furnishing the addition Renee started and friends finished last summer. Renee’s sister Michele had chipped in for a big screen TV last Christmas which I finally got around to purchasing and I broke down and got the direct TV package to go with it. Prior to this we had a 20 year old 19″ with rabbit ears. A local friend was shocked when he saw it and made a big deal about welcoming me into the 21st century.  Our great friend, Alan Hogg, came down recently and helped me put a full bathroom in what had been Renee’s closet. Something Renee and I had talked about for years but never got around to. This makes it much easier for me not to have to walk down the hall to take a shower. It was also a catalyst for me to begin going through some of Renee’s things, organizing what I will use, figuring out what to give away or save for the kids. Painful stuff, but it is time. No doubt I will write more about the pain and emotion of losing my Renee, capture memories as they surface about our time together, touch upon what has been called the four saddest words “what might have been” but I hope to also include some present and future tales of happiness and success for my family. I do want those who have been helpful and care about me and my family to know, and possibly offer proof that your efforts haven’t been in vain. I am going to try and do a bit more than just survive in the coming years.

I promise I will address some of the questions forwarded to me on the upcoming trial, the murderers, legal system etc as well as specifics on some of the children, my future plans and the like. I am sure many of you will be shocked (ala the line in the movie Casablanca) to learn I have some very strong opinions about a few of these topics.

I wrote earlier in the month on the eve of the first anniversary nobody wants to remember but one that no one in my circle of family and friends will ever forget. First I wrote about it then I lived it. Here’s how it went. I had talked to the older children about getting together for the weekend; the actual anniversary date of our family tragedy fell on a Thursday, so meeting the following Saturday seemed like a good idea. Jackie was away at college, Joannie living on her own and working, all the younger kids had school on Thursday and Friday. Plus the weather was shaping up to be very bad on Thursday but projected to be much nicer by Saturday. Around 1am Wed night / Thursday morning Jackie called me very upset saying he needed to come home now and he wasn’t waiting until Saturday. As is the norm, I was still awake, pretty distraught and emotional myself after just typing for the website and reflecting on the preceding year, dumfounded it could be yesterday and a life time ago all at the same time. The pain and horror my family suffered, after having Renee ripped away from us, wondering how in the hell something like this could have happened, fear of the future, and an almost indescribable rage at the filthy, sub human creatures who caused this. In short, I was feeling pretty needy too; Jackie’s call came at a good time.

His two and a half hour drive passed quickly, his worried Dad calling every 20 minutes or so to make sure he wasn’t tired and trying to make sure the strain of the memories wouldn’t affect him driving in the middle of the night. (Makes me wonder what parents did before cell phones. I no doubt caused many sleepless nights for my mother when she could only sit and wait until I showed up.) Anyway, Jackie and I talked the rest of the night when he finally got here. I was really glad he felt the urge to come home early. He probably helped me more than I did him. Jeremy got up and took the kids to school, but I could tell this day was weighing heavy on him too. He ended up leaving school after an hour or so preferring to be by himself. Jesse went to his tutoring session but his heart was not really into it. Our other kids went to school maybe a little more solemn but definitely more cooperative than usual. Funny how they sensed Dad may have needed a bit more help on this day. I had talked to the younger children about anniversaries, some happy, some very sad but we remember and acknowledge them all.

They are still very confused, unable to really articulate their real feelings and likely not even knowing what it is they lost. At times they show great resilience and I am lulled into thinking just maybe they will emerge from this with a chance of reaching their potential and living happy lives, then almost as quickly the regression they’ve experienced and the damage they’ve suffered becomes apparent and I know the final toll for the harm caused by the murderous bastards who stole the mother of these children will never be known. It is best that I not put into print what I am thinking.

Now back to the story of our day. We discussed how we would remember their mother on Saturday by planting a tree in her honor at our farm.  Renee’s friend, Barbara Meyerson, who in the past year has been devoted to spending time with the children,  suggested we paint some landscape rocks a bright red (anyone who knew Renee even casually remembers her love of the color red) to encircle the tree with. Sounded like a great idea and one that would allow the younger children to be involved. Basketball and football sized rocks were purchased along with bright red paint. Cheap brushes and a maple tree were all on hand Saturday morning. The weather was perfect, the kids got into the spirit of painting rocks and the tree got planted. Some of Renee’s favorite food was purchased from a small local bakery she frequented and loved, a picnic of sorts materialized. I would say as good a time was had as the circumstance would allow.

Joannie came out and lent a hand keeping things from getting too chaotic. While each of the older children and their dad at times wandered off by themselves for a few moments, it was still a surprisingly festive day. Try and imagine the scene, outside, with six kids, ages thirteen and under, using broad paint brushes to slap bright red paint on large rocks. Did you immediately think of a nice, orderly picture where all the paint ended up only on the rocks, neat and clean?  Or did the possibility the kids may spend as much time painting each other and themselves cross your mind? If you thought of the latter, take a seat at the head of the class! The color of the paint and the amount on the various bodies running around made most of the family look like they had somehow survived a rather nasty ax fight. A little detail I didn’t think of until well after the fact was this: special paint that will adhere to dusty rocks and stay on them pretty much forever, doesn’t come off of skin very easily either. The day ended a success. We remembered, honored and cried over our fallen Renee plus had a few laughs too. Pretty much as good as it gets at this stage.

Kind of funny (I guess) footnote. On Sunday, the day after our painting party, Joey manages to fall out of a tree. He cracked the back of his head pretty good leaving a nice size gash which will need several stitches to close but really not bleeding much. I took him to a small hospital ER (only thing open on Sunday) and the people in the waiting room as well as the admitting nurse FREAK OUT. They assume the red paint on his arms, neck,  pretty much whatever part of his body wasn’t covered the day before is his blood and this surprisingly alert young boy has been the victim of a MAJOR accident. Takes me a few moments to calm them down and convince them our reason for this particular visit, thankfully, is relatively minor. It was just another day at the Miller loony bin.

While I could write volumes about my time with Renee, the memories and emotions I feel as I live on without her, I do plan to write a bit more about the future, too. There have also been several questions about the legal system, possible motives, my plans, etc. which I will attempt to answer shortly. Again to those following and taking an interest in my family, thank you again for your support.

-jamie