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One of the worst things ever

In case you missed this one, an absolutely awful tragedy took place yesterday in New York City.

A mother named Marina Krim returns home to her Upper West Side apartment expecting to be greeted by the noise of laughter or screaming or crying or whatever the sound of the day is with little children. She opens the door—darkness. No sounds. Walks down to the doorman, asks if he’s seen the nanny and kids. No.

Returns to the apartment. Enters the bathroom. Two of her three kids—a 2-year-old son and a 6-year-old daughter—are in the bathtub, dead. The nanny is on the floor nearby, bleeding from a self-inflicted stab to the neck. The nanny, a woman named Yoselyn Ortega, murdered both children, then tried killing herself. She succeeded in two of three tasks.

It goes without saying that I am sickened. I mean, who wouldn’t be sickened? But, I also think, just as 9.11 hit New Yorkers harder than those in different parts of the country, something like this pierces—pierces—through the hearts of parents.

First, there’s the pure rawness. The children were named Lucia and Leo. Their lives have been completed before they ever had a real chance to live. They will never learn to drive a car; never date; never go to Disney World and Great Adventure; never catch a game at Yankee Stadium; travel to Los Angeles or Las Vegas or Brazil; will never marry; have children; have grandchildren. With two stabs, this woman wiped out more than just one life. She changed history. Quite literally. There are two kids out there who, one day, would have married Lucia and Leo. There are two kids out there who, one day, would have been Lucia and Leo’s college roommates; prom dates; best friends. No more. No more.

Like most parents, when I hear something like this, I think of my own children. My daughter, Casey, is 9. My son, Emmett, is 6. When my girl was about a year old, I was holding her in the kitchen, talking to my wife. Suddenly, Casey went limp. Fell back in my arms, like a doll. I looked at her, and she wasn’t responding. Fists clenched, eyes back. She was having a seizure.

We rushed into the den and put her on the floor. She started turning blue. I called 9-1-1, screaming into the phone. The wife, wisely, put Casey on her side. I was going crazy, screaming, “Where the fuck is the ambulance!? Where the fuck is the ambulance!?” I was convinced—100 percent convinced—that I was losing my baby girl (even as I write this, tears congregate in my eyes). It was the worst moment I’ve ever experienced.

Eventually, the paramedics arrived. Casey wasn’t dying … she was experiencing a febrile seizure—scary as all hell, but harmless reaction to a rise in body temperature. She was, ultimately, fine.

I look at my daughter now. She’s tall, like her daddy. She plays piano and takes acting and loves roller coasters. She’s afraid of scary masks and is an enormous fan of ice cream. When she kisses me goodbye on the cheek, I melt. Every December we take a day and go to New York City. Just the two of us—Macy’s to see Santa and the puppet show, a stop at the Nuts for Nuts stand, lunch at Serendipity, the tree outside 30 Rock, the lit-up windows, bag of sweets at Dylan’s Candy Bar, etc … etc.

She is a good girl. A wonderful girl. An absolute blessing. Had I lost her, my life would have been over. Oh, I’d solider on. Smile when people laugh, eat when offered food. But the rest of my days—every single day—would have been haunted by the loss of a child; by the loss of my child. Such is the horrid fate assigned to Marina and Kevin Krim.

Awful.

2 replies on “One of the worst things ever”

Mr. Pearlman,
I too am a father, I have two sons that are my world (Xavier is 2.5 and Riley is 10 months). I used to read articles like the one you just described and think, “what an awful tragedy, I could only imagine how those parents feel.” Today, I have an idea of what those parents feel; the simple thought of losing either of my children instantly makes me a blubbering mess. It is sickening how some people could do such terrible things to children, especially when you are leaving them with a person that you trust, that you hope cares for your children as an aunt or uncle might. My wife and I were lucky, before our boys started daycare, we had a friend that would watch them and take care of them, she is a wonderful woman who helped us out and treated our boys like her own. Thankfully we never had an issue, and I still can’t thank her enough for her tireless efforts. She even watched Xavier the night that my wife went into labor with Riley. It really is a shame and I hope and pray that in some way the parents of those children find some sort of peace going forward.
Sean

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