He murdered their mother. He hid her so well that she’s never been found. His story, so pathetic that I still don’t understand why he couldn’t be arrested under circumstancial evidence. He then moved his sons in with his disturbed father (until he was arrest for child pornograph)y and kept them away from everyone they loved.
After two years, their maternal grandparents finally gained custody of the boys. Last week, they won another round – the boys would remain safely with them. Their father would have only supervised visits.
Today, a caseworker delivered the boys to their fathers newly rented home. He let the boys, pushed the caseworker off the porch and slammed & locked the door. She smelled gas. And just seconds later, an explosion ripped through the house.
He murdered his wife. Then he murdered his children.
My heart is broken for the parents of Susan Powell.
But I imagine them now – sitting in her arms. Reunited after far too long.
And him, somewhere else. Somewhere far enough away to never cross their minds.
God bless this family.