I don't usually talk about this but here we go. I was married over 16 years. I thought I was as close to my wife as any one could be. When she turned 34 she became depressed. We talked and I found out she was depressed because she was abused as a child. I have a friend that is a doctor and he found a list of the very best doctors in the area. She chose to see a woman which was find with me as long as she handled child abuse. She had sessions 2 days a week. She started talking to me in the morning and every night. She had been seeing the doctor 2 or 3 hours a week for at least 8 months. I got injured on duty and had knee surgery. Like the Yates woman she stopped taking her medicine so I kept the bottles and would give her the medication every day and even check her mouth like a kid to make sure she swalowed it. I always took her to the doctor but that day my knee was packed in ice after surgery. She asked me if I was going knowing I couldn't. She then asked me if I wanted some coke from the store. I said yes so her mission was to go to the doctor and the store. She seemed fine to me. She went to the store and bought the cokes but never went to the doctor. When the office called I knew something was wrong because they said she never showed up and she was never late for anything. My youngest daughter called from school and I got a friend to pick her up because she said mommy was there but scared her because she wanted her to get in the car real quick and was mad. My wife was a very composed person gave me the silent treatment but never screamed very often. My daughter only 8 was scared to get in the car. Night came which she was never out alone. Then I got a phone call from a pay phone and she said she forgot to kiss me good bye. I had 3 minutes to talk her out of suicide. The phone went dead. I called my Captain and he got a broadcast of her and a desription of the car put out every 15 minutes on all of the surounding agencies and New Orleans. We always went east every weekend to the Mississippi Gulf Coast where we had a house. I had most of Mississippi Police searching for her. The next day I got another call saying after you decide to kill yourself It's not that bad. She said she had left a tape recorder home because she wanted to tape me something. I had my last 3 minutes to talk her out of it then she told me she loved me and we all would be better off without her. The police found her 2 days later in a Sheraton Hotel dead of an over dose. She stoped got her prepscription filled, bought a blue night gown because blue was my favorite color. She only weighed 100 lbs and had all of my pain pills, muscles relaxers and a variety of pills to kill a horse but wrote me a leter saying she didn't want to take my medicine because I might have trouble geting it filled. We were as close as close could be and didn't even know her at that moment. She also said she was trying to take my daughter with her because this was a cruel world. I just got lucky that my daughter as young as she was noticed something was wrong with her or it would have ben another Yates case. She knew me better than I knew her and went west to Baton Rouge, La. I would have never dreamed of looking there. The only chance I had of anyone stoping her was the state police. She registered under her maiden name. If she had taken my daughter would I be a Rusty Yates. I do find him however uncaring. She's the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing at night. I will always feel I let the kids mother slip through my fingers. I should have noticed something. I was a vetran police oficer and knew all the signs of suicide. Saved many but couldn't save my wife. What was ironic I was injured with my kne after faling of a bridge talking a guy down of a bridge and he puled me over the side and I fell 60 feet into a swamp and a canal. I do fel however Andrea Yates should pay for her crime. I don't know what to say about Rusty Yates except he doesn't sem to care. I know I almost walked however in his foot steps. However he may have known more than me. GOD BLES THE YATES CHILDREN AND MY WIFE.

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