Thanks to a friend of mine over on FaceBook, and a posting of an article she had done, I really got to thinking. About “Premonition”. Did the woman who had died the year that I was born commit suicide, or was she killed and then dumped off of a cliff as to cover up the killer’s crime?
Whether it was indeed a suicide or a homicide will more than likely NEVER come to light. We are talking over thirty years since the death had taken place. But there are some strange “facts” that come to light in the article. And it brings me to the thought of the topic of “Premonition”.
The word “Premonition” is defined in dictionary.com as…
1.feeling of anticipation of or anxiety over a future event; presentiment: He had a vague premonition of danger.
One thing that struck me about this possibly being a case of the girl having a premonition of her own demise (not so much of how or when, but of her life being cut drastically short) was the poem she’d left behind some time earlier before her death had occurred.
The poem reads as follows..
I know that I shall soon fade away,
as the day fades into the night.
I am not afraid for all things that begin
must surely draw to a close.
I wonder why all my possessions
seem so like treasures and jewels that just so recently I have uncovered.
I watch each day in silent solitude
Quietly as so not to disturb
even the smallest of molecules.
I (at first) would long for one more decade
to fulfill and satisfy the ambitions and
expectations of my forefathers.
In the beginning I would weep in awesome agony
with a desire to rid myself of
this evil illness.
I know, at least have expected my fate
as you would have to endure a broken heart.
Seven months and three days have passed
since I have learned of my new nature.
I feel myself slowly slipping from this reality
into the reality of the universe.
Each minute reveals the answer to a question
that hasn’t been asked, before, even in the greatest books.
Today is the day I must leave and go
to the place where they have been calling
and waiting for me.
I walk slowly into a field of sunshine
Fields of tall waving grass,
delicate flowers and tumbling hills.
A field like the one where my brother and sister passed
there time running, jumping and playing.
Mine eyes have suddenly gone blind to this landscape
as the wind blows, I fall into the grass
softly and peacefully.
My spirit is gone from my bones and flesh
I see myself lying ever so gracefully in a bed
of green satin.
As I descended into the clouds
I feel no sorrow that I must leave
only regret that I couldn’t give more love
to my home and my friends.
Many say that it’s more of a suicide note, than a poem of foretelling her own fate. I guess that this poem should be left to the interpretation of each individual reader, for no one can say exactly what was going through Vickie’s mind at the time of writing this piece.
Something from the article, which you can READ HERE reeks of “cover up”. The woman’s brother, who is now a police officer had fought long and vehemently to be able to get his sister’s remains exhumed and have a second Autopsy performed, seeing as there was no “real” investigation, or closing conclusions in regards to Vickie’s death. He (rightfully so) wanted answers, not stumbling blocks and open-ended thoughts.
Finally, when the day came to bring up his long dead sister from her encasement, no other officers, not a single peer of the law had come to be with their “brother” in support, or to help raise up Ryan Allred’s sister’s remains.
No one should have to be “forced” in to helping a Medical Examiner raise their loved one from a grave like this! It’s appalling what his so-called Police buddies did to him (or shall I say did NOT do for him).
In the initial reports, it was stated that there were no broken bones, after she had a 100 foot drop from the cliff. But NOW, it is seen that indeed, she DID have broken bones in the (over) 30 year postmortem medical examination.
Between the inconsistency of the first and second Autopsies, the fact that no one can clearly say what her state of mind was near the end of her life, and the fact that her brother had to help pull her body from her casket, with no other Police officers there to watch the proceedings (which I thought was actually a REQUIREMENT of exhuming) or even be the ones instead of Ryan Allred (Vickie’s brother) to pull her from her resting place, I say that indeed, there IS a cover up somewhere along the lines. I just can’t place with whom or why.
And yes, I also think that Vickie Robin Bertram had been able to foresee her fate. Be it via suicide or being killed by another’s hand. She had the gift of “Premonition” and was able to witness in great detail, her ultimate fate.