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Friday, January 15, 2010
Michael And Joyce Khoury Killed In Murder-Suicide
I'm always especially touched when I hear of murder suicides that involve a critically ill spouse. Having cared for two different relatives during long illnesses I can tell you how stressful it can be. I took provided hospice care for my mother-in-law and it was very difficult to watch her as she faded away. This was an incredibly strong woman who became utterly helpless. When you are elderly and alone it must be even more difficult. You need to know that you aren't alone and that there are others who are there for you.
In this case it seems as though Michal Khoury's world was slipping out of his hands. His home was going to be auctioned off. He had tried desperately to make a deal with the bank in order to save his home but he was unsuccessful.
Add to this the fact that his wife was dying of cancer and two previous wives also died of cancer.
A neighbor called 911 to report the house fire. When police arrived, they found the burning truck in the driveway and the house ablaze.
Michael Khoury was found shortly after 6:15 a.m. in the doorway of his home with a gunshot wound. He was taken to St. Vincent Hospital in Worcester, where he was pronounced dead. His wife was found dead in a bedroom, said spokesman Timothy Connolly.
A horse found in a barn on the property had been shot several times.
Suicide is never the answer and murder ABSOLUTELY solves nothing. Perhaps Michael felt that all his avenues were blocked. How sad that he had no one to reach out to in his time of need.
We are living in a country that taxes taxpayer money to bail out banks, gives outright bribes to Senators to vote a certain way, and we have an untold number of people like Michael and Joyce who could have used a helping hand and found none.
You can view the video from the local TV station here.
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I was lucky enough to have Joyce in my life. During my teen years she dated/lived with my father. I couldn't ask for a better, kinder, and loving person. I was reunited with Joyce not long before she was murdered. I had met her new husband and have no empathy for his selfish act.
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