This article contains references to violence and may be triggering for some readers.
On February 9th 1963, my 19th birthday, I had an argument with my girlfriend, Rosemary Anderson.
She started walking home and I followed her for a while begging her to forgive me and hop in the car. Each time she refused. Finally I stopped and let her walk out of sight.
I decided, however, to try once more and drove after her.
I found her body laying in the sand unconscious and bleeding profusely. I rushed her off to a doctor’s surgery from where she was taken to hospital.