Monday marks the 12th anniversary of Tammy Zywicki's disappearance. Her body was found several days later, on September 1st, 1992. After all this time, I still cannot help but cry as September approaches, cannot help but think of her, stabbed to death and wrapped in a red blanket, dumped in a ditch along Interstate 44.
I am not alone. More and more people have arrived at my site by searching Tammy's name. Some send emails to say they feel the same sense of connection and loss, even though (like me) they never knew her.
Recently, I learned that the FBI investigation into her kidnapping and murder has - finally - been reactivated. The prime suspect is still Lonnie Bierbodt, a violent felon who died in June 2002. Based on circumstantial evidence, he was questioned and released, but never arrested. Just a few weeks later, the FBI task force was shut down for lack of progress.
This time, I hope the Zywicki family can find justice. And maybe a little peace.
You can read my essay about Tammy Zywicki here.
Comments (1)
Karrie, I traveled all over at all times of the night and early morning when I was a young woman and to me, too, nothing ever happened. Never mugged in NYC, never touched on the packed subway car into Harlem, never insulted in the streets of Hamburg. There was no such event in my awareness to make me think I might be vulnerable. I've always thought I was fortunate never to have been slim, young and attractive.
Posted by Peggy Murdock | August 23, 2004 11:21 AM
Posted on August 23, 2004 11:21