Close to Home

Two days ago, someone got killed right here on the street were we lived.

It was around after 6 pm when I got a text message from my sister telling me that someone was stabbed. The house is across the house 2 houses from us. Yes, really close to home.

I have been in this neighborhood since around 1984, I think.

Sure, there have been those "kawat" wherein we just discover the next day that some of our clothes are gone. Sure, we have heard shouting matches. But nothing quite like this.

It is really sad and shocking for me to come home that night and pass by that house where there is a "police line do not cross" and there are still few kibitzers and some policemen.

What happened was that the one who died is a father of two. His sons, I think the one is working and the other is studying at Ateneo, were not yet at home. He came to visit them. When he got home, he found a robber inside their home. I think he was a policeman. We believe that a fight ensued. He was stabbed. He shouted for help. The neighbors went to assist but he was stabbed many times and there was already a lot of blood loss. The robber got away by going "over the bakod" at the back of the house.

My sister was at home that time. She called 911 and and probably another of our neighbors, too. The pulse was already faint, as it was checked by my sister.

Police, ambulance and media came. The son, who was a student in Ateneo, also came home in shock.

I wasn't here at home. I was already in the library at that time. Coincidence of all, this is the only second time this semester I went to the library that early.

The robber was caught. He was a taxi driver of Maligaya. I guess he figured that during that time, no one stays at that house. He lives right behind that house. As the police were investigating, they went to the house at the back of the house where the crime was committed. When they arrived, the lights were on. When they were at the gate, the lights were suddenly turned-off. They became suspicious. I think the guy surrendered. There were evidence - wounds and some bloodied slippers I think.

What makes this more shocking is that this guy lives next to the house where my friend/classmate lives. We haven't talked yet as to discuss the details.

I feel sad for his family. He was just here to visit his sons, with all the groceries for them. And his son comes home with a scene like that.

Tragic. Very Tragic. And so close to home.