The Bagby’s had one child, Andrew. Andrew became a doctor. Andrew dated Shirley. Andrew dumped Shirley. Shirley killed Andrew. Shirley was arrested, released on bail, escaped to Canada and announced she was pregnant with Andrew’s child. Zachary was born. The Bagby’s fought for custody for their only grandchild. Only when Shirley was put in jail once again did they get him. Shirley was released once again. The Bagby’s had to give up Zachary. The Bagby’s were granted visits two or three times a week. Many of them were spent with Shirley. The Bagby’s were forced to go to birthday parties, restaurants, pool parties, etc. with their son’s murderer if they wanted to see that grandchild. The legal system was doing nothing to put Shirley in jail.
And then, it gets more sad. It punches you in the gut. The documentary, Dear Zachary, is an account of one of the saddest stories I have ever heard.
I don’t know how The Bagby’s have gone forward. I don’t know how you can think there is any Good in this world when you go through what they have gone through.
It’s on the Netflix InstaWatch and I urge you to press play. It’s a Sunday night and you’re depressed anyway about Monday, so go ahead.