I’ve spent the past two months trying to figure out how to write this post. It’s not a post about me, my writing, books or anything like that. I’m devoting this time, this space for someone else. Someone I never met, someone I only know through others and what I found online.
Dr. Carin Rennings. A holistic veterinarian who made house calls. A creative, intelligent woman who made a career from helping animals and their owners, but was also a gifted singer. What was happening in her heart and soul the day she climbed into her bathtub, put a pillow behind her head and shot herself?
My husband works for a property maintenance company. When a tenant has stopped paying rent, an eviction is eventually scheduled. One day this past July, an eviction was scheduled for Carin Rennings because, for whatever reason, she wasn’t able to keep up with her payments. Two employees from the company and a sheriff were there one morning. The house was quiet, the screen door was locked. There was no answer to either door knocks or bells. As per rules, the sheriff entered first and discovered the reason for the silence.
As my husband told me this devastating story, I could picture the scene. When he showed me a photo of Carin and a video of her singing, I felt like I knew her. Over the days that followed, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I felt a connection with her. I needed to know more about her. So I searched online. And I found more than I thought I would.
I want to share with you a blog post Carin wrote in 2009: