Looking for What Was Left

Photo sent from Andy Zabel of Keith Connor's personal belongings

At 1:50 a.m. EDT on Wednesday, April 29, Grafton Place’s lawyer sent the first and only photo I have received after more than two months of asking whether Keith’s sentimental belongings had been saved.

Keith Connor died on Monday, February 23.

Now this appears to be what will be released to us. Maybe. After everything that has happened, I do not trust that even this is certain.

At 7:24:23 a.m. EDT that same morning, I sent Grafton Place’s lawyer a camera collage I had assembled.

Photo sent to Andy Zabel of cameras that were in Keith's apartment after his death

It shows cameras I found in the Fire Marshal’s Report. I had spent hours going through more than 200 photos of Keith’s apartment. It wasn’t easy. The images of the scene, the home where Keith died, were unsettling and disturbing. I cropped out the parts that made me gasp, that made me cry.
 
​I was looking for clues. Looking for what might have been saved. Looking for what was probably lost.

There were cameras in the apartment. There were photographs. There were personal items that mattered.

Were memory cards recovered? Were family photos discarded? Were other irreplaceable items thrown away without documentation?

I may never know.

And after all of this, I am still waiting to learn what they expect us to pay to have the items shown in their photo shipped home.

It has been more than two months since Keith died.
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Why is there still another delay? 

At this point, it would almost be comical if it were not so cruel.

One of my oldest friends made me laugh out loud with her blunt summary:

"It appears they think this is rocket science. Put stuff in a box. Mail it."

But the word “comical” has another meaning in my family now.

My twin sister, Malinda, is tormented by the last text she received from Keith.

"Maybe I'll die a comical wheelchair death."

He had texted her that the brakes on his wheelchair had broken and he didn’t know how to get a new one.

"Hopefully the NP can help next week."

My sister never found out if he got the help he needed. Her last text to him:

"Be careful please 🙏"

There was no reply.