It was on December 8, 2001, that a quiet and private miracle took place between two ordinary people and the Creator of the universe...
The mother of murder victim Stacy Moskowitz and I talked to each other over the telephone. With her permission, I called Neysa Moskowitz from the prison's recreation yard. She was living in Florida at the time.
Neysa and I had been corresponding via letters before the opportunity presented itself to speak with her over the phone. I longed for this moment, and it was an answer to many years of prayers that something like this would happen. I've always wanted the chance to apologize in person to those whom I hurt. Now, at least, even though it was only with one individual, my prayers were finally being answered.
Our relationship continued for a while. I ended up talking with Mrs. Moskowitz on several occasions, and we also kept up our exchange of letters. Unfortunately, however, things would only progress so far before our communications came to an end. Nevertheless, a large degree of healing came out of this, as well as a measure of forgiveness.
But today I learned the sad news that Neysa Moskowitz has died. In an article by reporter Andrea Peyser, which appeared in the New York Post titled "A Mom Dies Forgiving Son of Sam," dated Thursday, September 28, 2006 (page 33), it was announced that Neysa had passed away in her apartment in Miami Beach at the age of 73. I know she had been suffering from cancer for a long time.
Neysa died alone. It hasn't hit me yet that she's really gone. And even though we'd lost touch and haven't communicated for several years, I will miss her.
D.B.
Neysa and I had been corresponding via letters before the opportunity presented itself to speak with her over the phone. I longed for this moment, and it was an answer to many years of prayers that something like this would happen. I've always wanted the chance to apologize in person to those whom I hurt. Now, at least, even though it was only with one individual, my prayers were finally being answered.
Our relationship continued for a while. I ended up talking with Mrs. Moskowitz on several occasions, and we also kept up our exchange of letters. Unfortunately, however, things would only progress so far before our communications came to an end. Nevertheless, a large degree of healing came out of this, as well as a measure of forgiveness.
But today I learned the sad news that Neysa Moskowitz has died. In an article by reporter Andrea Peyser, which appeared in the New York Post titled "A Mom Dies Forgiving Son of Sam," dated Thursday, September 28, 2006 (page 33), it was announced that Neysa had passed away in her apartment in Miami Beach at the age of 73. I know she had been suffering from cancer for a long time.
Neysa died alone. It hasn't hit me yet that she's really gone. And even though we'd lost touch and haven't communicated for several years, I will miss her.
D.B.
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