Murder.  I told you in the first blog that it played into my story.  I couldn’t have ever imagined it in my circle.  That happens in big cities.  It happens in any good drama on television.  It doesn’t hit close to home, until it does. My uncle was murdered 6 years ago.  The man who shot him left him in an open field.  And my uncle died alone.  Ashes to ashes.  Dust to dust.  I could give you all the details, but I honestly don’t even have the capacity.  It’s an open wound that needs to be tended to, but I just leave it to fester. Is that healthy?  I…