Sharon Donnelly’s daughter, Yeardley, was a senior at the University of Virginia, one of the finest schools in the country. She was beautiful, had a marvelous reputation and was a member of the lacrosse team.
Now Sharon’s daughter is dead, killed by a player on the UVA men’s lacrosse team. The two had been in a relationship and broken up. Instead of going to Virginia for Yeardley’s graduation, Sharon is in Virginia to talk to investigators and the police.
It hurts my heart when I try to grasp the hell she is living. Just the thought of losing a child is frightening; actually losing one is incomprehensible.
Sharon’s life is “over.” Her daughter’s life is over. And the young man’s life is over, whether or not he goes to jail. No matter how much we try to continue “living” after such a tragedy, our life has been altered forever.
We want to protect our children, even when they become adults. We worry when they fly, when they’re not feeling well, when we haven’t heard from them for a while. We know we’re being nonsensical.