This week, remembering Dana.

Well actually it was last Friday, that a co-worker of mine was killed by her ex-boyfriend. I remember working with her during winter break in December. She was talking about breaking up with her boyfriend because he was drinking again. When she met him, he seemed to be over drinking, but she was not going to let him bring her down. She was a graduate student and work two jobs, like myself. No children and trying accomplish things in her life. I remember her saying she was not arguing with him and she was not putting his things out, she left allowed him to keep the key and his brother was going to get the things from her place that day. I heard on the news Friday night that a man was arrested for public intoxication and told the police that he assaulted his girlfriend. I thought nothing of it. When I arrived at work the woman I was relieving for the shift said. Dana is died. I looked at her surprisingly wondering if this was some kind of joke. She went on to say her boyfriend killed her. And that I may be short staffed that night because another co-worker was taking the new badly.

A couple of days letter I found out that he allegedly hit her on the head with a hammer twice, cut her and strangled her. I shed tears of anger and wonder, is something I could have done. Is there something I could have done.