"Psychic Witness," TLC, March 1st, 10 pm EST prelude:
A newspaper article:
Grieving mother turns to ‘A Little Hope’, the Dayton Daily News, Dayton, Ohio, June 2001, pg.2B, column of Dale Huffman:
It was a week before Christmas in the year 1992 when I opened a letter from a mother in agony.
Sandra S. Corona was reaching out, trying to do what she could, in any way possible, to uncover some information about her missing son.
The son, Gregory Douglas Turner of Xenia, had been missing for two weeks when Corona wrote the letter. Turner was 23 years old, six feet tall and a body builder. He was hearing impaired but was an outgoing and popular young man who had just suddenly vanished.
Xenia police found blood, a hearing aid battery and fragments of clothing thought to belong to Turner in the driveway of his apartment on Newport Road. They feared foul play, but were stumped.
“I feel so helpless,” Corona said back then. “I need some answers.”
In hopes her son would read it in a newspaper, the mother had sent me an open letter. I included it in a column, and here are some of her poignant words:
“Being a parent is never easy, especially when a child is missing. Children remain our reason for being. My days are filled with hope, but my nights are unbearable. Memories become dreams of all the years past. Your up reached arms touch my heart as you murmur sweetly … ‘Mommy, I love you.’
I can’t imagine you being alone, or lying hurt somewhere. My baby has been snatched from my arms and only faith sustains me. Forgive me, Lord, for begging, but Doug is my only son. Please keep him safe from harm. And Doug, I love you with every breath. Come home. Love always, Mom.”
Greg Turner never came home.
His body was discovered on February 4, 1993 buried in a shallow grave in the back yard of 23 year-old James Keihl of Clifton, Ohio. Keihl confessed, was convicted and is serving a 20 years-to-life sentence for Turner’s murder. Authorities said the slaying resulted from a love triangle involving Keihl, Turner and a woman.
It is nine years later, and recently I opened another letter from Sandra Corona. She now lives in Prineville, Oregon and said she is still coping with the loss of her son.
“We all have different ways of dealing with the pitches thrown in the game of life,” she wrote. “I think a lot of how we cope has to do with faith and hope.”
Corona, formerly a bank clerk while in Dayton, also dressed up as a clown known as Silly Sal. She was one of Dayton’s Top Ten Women for her volunteer work in the area. Like her son, she was hearing impaired all her life. Now she is completely deaf.
“I’ve been escaping from things by writing poetry,” she said. “It has been a powerful way to cope with feelings.” Her poems have been gathered into a book titled, A Little Hope, and has been published by The Ancient Wind Press of Fayetteville, N.C. (republished recently by Mystic East).
This is something I felt inside that I needed to share,” she said.
Here’s a continuance of some of the many poems that springs from a mother’s broken heart.
The first shot (from a 22) tore through Doug’s abdomen. He was hit by two more bullets (in the head) before dropping his groceries and gym bag. When Doug fell to his knees, James exchanged the rifle for an axe and ran behind Doug. The first blow from the ax split the rear of Doug’s head to the nap; the second was a blow across the bridge of Doug's nose in an attempt to decapitate him. Thirteen more blows destroyed everything (from the neck up) except his face. James attempted to dismember him (whacking at the joints) but Doug remained intact. Parts were thrown into the back of James’ truck; Doug was put in the front on the passengers' side. James buried Doug in his backyard but was captured Feb. 4, 1993. James is up for parole Dec. 3rd, 2006---when I receive the notice your help (in keeping him in prison), your letters, will assist me in keeping him where he is.