Post by cyndie on Jul 1, 2003 14:51:38 GMT -5
Hello, I found this board today and thought it might be a good place to talk about the frustration I feel. The reason I am here is that one of my best friends was murdered in November 1999 by his wife and her teenage boyfriend. Like most of you, I never thought this particular type of tragedy would enter my life and circle of friends. My friend's name is Tommy Paeyeneers and his killer's names are Jennifer Wheeler Paeyeneers and Philip Meadows. Both of the killers are serving time, though not much, in separate prisons in Oklahoma, where the crime occured.
What happened was that Tommy's wife selected a friend of her teenage brother's who was gullible enough to start an affair with her, and eventually murder Tommy, at her request. Tommy answered their front door late at night the day after Thanksgiving. We lived in the type of town where you normally would not be concerned about answering the door even at night. At the door was someone he knew, a friend of his young brother-in-law, who proceeded to coldly murder Tommy by shooting him in the stomach, then stalking him into the living room and repeatedly shooting him as he lay moaning. I had to hear this and many other gruesome details at the trial. Originally Jennifer claimed "a black man" had come to the door begging earlier in the evening, and that he returned to rob and kill Tommy later. Actually, she laid in bed and held back and tried to silence their dog, whom Tommy had rescued from an abusive neighbor, while Philip killed him and he laid in his own living room bleeding to death. We then learned, after comforting her at the funeral home the day before his service, and trying to put off questions in our own minds about the strangeness of the story, that his murder had been rehearsed multiple times by his killers. They had even tried to poison him once, and friends at work remember him being ill the morning after this apparently had been tried, and also him talking about how strange it was that he had found the front porch light bulb lying in the bushes. It had been removed during one of their trial runs to see how long it would take to get from Philip's house and back after killing Tommy. It disturbs me deeply in my soul to think that my friend laid in bed several nights not knowing that his murder was being rehearsed on his own front porch.
I guess I don't want to leave a horrendously long post here or bore or horrify anyone else with more details, but I want to talk about it. This is the first time I have found an outlet like this. I miss my friend, and the way I felt about life before this happened. I now feel much more anxiety about the world and still can't believe my friend is gone. I have lost friends to illness and suicide and accidents, but as you all know, murder does something different to you in your heart. I have dreams about Tommy, and frustration that maybe it could have been stopped if somehow we could have known what was going on from the previous attempts on his life, but I know we cannot change fate. Thank you for creating a space to talk about such an awful thing. Tommy was my very dear friend and I feel such pain that I can only imagine how those of you feel who have actually lost family members. Thanks to all who read this, and again I apologize for such a long post.
What happened was that Tommy's wife selected a friend of her teenage brother's who was gullible enough to start an affair with her, and eventually murder Tommy, at her request. Tommy answered their front door late at night the day after Thanksgiving. We lived in the type of town where you normally would not be concerned about answering the door even at night. At the door was someone he knew, a friend of his young brother-in-law, who proceeded to coldly murder Tommy by shooting him in the stomach, then stalking him into the living room and repeatedly shooting him as he lay moaning. I had to hear this and many other gruesome details at the trial. Originally Jennifer claimed "a black man" had come to the door begging earlier in the evening, and that he returned to rob and kill Tommy later. Actually, she laid in bed and held back and tried to silence their dog, whom Tommy had rescued from an abusive neighbor, while Philip killed him and he laid in his own living room bleeding to death. We then learned, after comforting her at the funeral home the day before his service, and trying to put off questions in our own minds about the strangeness of the story, that his murder had been rehearsed multiple times by his killers. They had even tried to poison him once, and friends at work remember him being ill the morning after this apparently had been tried, and also him talking about how strange it was that he had found the front porch light bulb lying in the bushes. It had been removed during one of their trial runs to see how long it would take to get from Philip's house and back after killing Tommy. It disturbs me deeply in my soul to think that my friend laid in bed several nights not knowing that his murder was being rehearsed on his own front porch.
I guess I don't want to leave a horrendously long post here or bore or horrify anyone else with more details, but I want to talk about it. This is the first time I have found an outlet like this. I miss my friend, and the way I felt about life before this happened. I now feel much more anxiety about the world and still can't believe my friend is gone. I have lost friends to illness and suicide and accidents, but as you all know, murder does something different to you in your heart. I have dreams about Tommy, and frustration that maybe it could have been stopped if somehow we could have known what was going on from the previous attempts on his life, but I know we cannot change fate. Thank you for creating a space to talk about such an awful thing. Tommy was my very dear friend and I feel such pain that I can only imagine how those of you feel who have actually lost family members. Thanks to all who read this, and again I apologize for such a long post.
