Here's What Happened

Oh, my, god. Johnny, look at her fax. It is so big. It looks like one of those…divorce party invites. …. By the middle of that late twentieth century summer, “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-a-Lot owned the top Billboard spot. From July 4 to […]

Police

April 16, 2022April 19, 2022

by Heather Burnett

Det. Joe Oberle of the Little Rock Police Department arrived at 2014 Canal Pointe at around 6:10 p.m. on Tuesday, July 21, 1992. The patrol officers had secured the scene of the stucco house with the red tile roof, keeping everyone out of the upstairs […]

Shot

April 9, 2022April 10, 2022

by Heather Burnett

The fresh knowledge of homicide fed us for a little while as we managed through chaos and one phone line in that little house in North Little Rock. In the beginning, that’s all we knew. We knew Jeff got in the house and found daddy, […]

Found

April 5, 2022April 5, 2022

by Heather Burnett

WARNING: This post contains graphic details. Among the friends looking for Johnny Burnett, Diane loyally persisted in her search. My brother and I called her Miss Diane. She dated daddy off and on for five years before finally ending things in 1991. Daddy and Diane […]

Missing Part 2

April 2, 2022May 2, 2022

by Heather Burnett

The Tuesday work day began at the pool store with no updates from daddy. “I walked in the door that day, Beth [my dad’s assistant] was on the phone with my grandfather, and she gave the phone to me right as I walked in the […]

Missing

March 29, 2022March 29, 2022

by Heather Burnett

My dad owned Johnny Burnett Pools and Spas with a showroom and a handful of inground pools built on the property visible from I-40 West in North Little Rock, Ark. As soon as I was old enough, I worked for him. I worked at his […]

Meeting Her

March 26, 2022March 26, 2022

by Heather Burnett

A year earlier in the spring of 1991 when I was seventeen and living solo with my dad in the U-shaped house of my childhood, I had no idea what a treasured blessing it would be to spend the last semester of my junior year […]

Murdered

March 22, 2022April 1, 2022

by Heather Burnett

“We cried because we could feel our lives being torn apart and scarred forever,” mom wrote. This is the moment I thought of on 9/11 because this type of anguish features Superman-strength muscle memory.

Roses

March 19, 2022March 19, 2022

by Heather Burnett

The teal green 1992 Pontiac Grand Am my dad gave me for high school graduation instead of the boob job I asked for flew down I-40, but it wasn’t fast enough. We hit every hole and bump on the road, and as we did, a […]

Intro – Here’s What Happened

March 16, 2022July 2, 2022

by Heather Burnett

What happened to your dad? Can you talk about it? What did you do? Did they ever find out who did it? How did I, a young adult at the time, “move on” with my life after being thrust into living without someone who I […]