Get the box of tissues…you're going to need it

I should know better to watch movies like this on a Saturday morning. Netflix has this description for Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father.

Filmmaker Kurt Kuenne’s poignant tribute to his murdered childhood friend, Andrew Bagby, tells the story of a child custody battle between the baby’s grieving grandparents and Shirley Turner, Bagby’s pregnant ex-girlfriend and suspected killer. Initially, Kuenne made this documentary as a memorial for Andrew’s loved ones, but it morphs into an emotional legal odyssey when Turner goes free on bail and is allowed to raise her son.

And of course I hit play. And it starts off sad. Instantly sad. And you think ok this is just going to be a really sad story that you know is going to end badly. But oh, no. It punches you so hard with the most horrific story you can imagine leaving you speechless and shocked. I have not been this messed up since I watched that documentary about Jonestown. So wrong. So horribly wrong.

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