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Alexander was my Cousin and I actually had the honor of naming him when I was a young child (don't ask my why my Aunt allowed her 6-year old Nephew to name her son, we just had a different type of bond). To say their murder was and is devastating to us is an understatement. I don't really have much else to say about that, the grief is no longer crushing but I expect it to stay with me in one form another for as long as I live.

One thing I did want to address is warning signs. My family is both very... pro-gun and rural, so the fact that my Uncle Paul was a gun nut didn't exactly stand out to us. However, as I've gotten older I realized how alarming some of his behavior with guns was. He would show up to Christmas or Thanksgiving strapped with his conceal carry, never mind the fact my Grandmother lived in a gated community in the middle of nowhere. It was obvious that some of his gun obsession came from a place of insecurity and wanting to fit in. He also had mental health challenges severe enough that he had to be talked down from the proverbial ledge at least once. With those two things combined, you would think someone would step in and advise her to get out of the relationship (advising him to get rid of the guns was always gonna be a non-starter). But my Aunt always held herself up as someone who a) wasn't gonna take shit from nobody and b) could get what she wanted out of anybody. With this, she ended hiding a lot of the abuse and other warning signs that we would learn about later on from neighbors, police, court documents, etc. I'm not sure if there's a way to tell when this posturing is a form of hiding/enabling abuse, but it's something to look for. As to why she put up with it, my guess is under that confidence was some type of insecurity about herself/her life that drove her to at least tolerate living with my Uncle. I'm sure $$ was a part of it too, but I don't feel it was the *primary* thing at play. We also have reason to believe they were planning to separate once my Cousin once he was finished with High School, but we aren't for sure.

So I guess aside from the obvious (be wary of men who parade their guns around, have seriously considered ending their life), I would say be cautious of how people use irony to hide their true intentions. My Uncle had a very dry sense of humor and would often say extreme things that get dismissed as jokes because they were "ironic." I think of the time he told me he was sad as a teen when we withdrew from Vietnam because "he wanted to go kill people once he was old enough" as a classic example of this. Surely he wasn't the only teen who felt that way at the time, but generally they are expected to grow out of it and see the humanity in people who aren't exactly like them. By employing this type of irony, he was able to make you think he had grown in that way when really he had not.

I probably won't stay active on this site for very long, as going down these sorts of rabbit holes (no pun intended) is not for me. I'm sure my Aunt would've enjoyed it though. If you have any questions or thoughts feel free to email me @ [email protected]


Thank you so much for sharing this deeply personal and painful reflection. I can’t begin to imagine the weight of what you and your family have carried, not just in the wake of this tragedy but in the many moments of hindsight that followed. The bond you had with Alexander—naming him, watching him grow, and now holding his memory—is incredibly moving. It’s clear your love for him and for your aunt runs deep.

What you’ve written about your uncle’s behavior, especially with guns and the use of irony to mask deeper harm, is chilling—and, unfortunately, not uncommon. You’ve articulated something many people struggle to name: how control, insecurity, and violence can hide in plain sight, cloaked in humor, bravado, or even charisma. It’s brave of you to point that out, especially knowing how complex and nuanced these family dynamics often are.

Your aunt sounds like a strong and layered woman, someone who tried to hold everything together even as things were falling apart behind closed doors. It’s heartbreaking that she likely carried so much alone. The idea that posturing can sometimes be a shield for pain or fear is so important, and your insight may help others recognize similar dynamics in their own lives or those of people they love.

Thank you again for being willing to share, even as I know this kind of reflection can reopen wounds. You’ve honored Alexander and Laura in a way that might very well protect someone else—and that’s no small thing.