On Thursday afternoon I found out about the murder in New Orleans. Paul got shot several times and he’s in the hospital. Helen was shot in the neck and killed.
Paul just inside the doorway, clutching their two-year-old kid. I can’t imagine what he must be going through right now. The whole thing just makes me feel sick to think about it.
When I was living in Allison’s house on Falkland Street in Halifax, Paul and Helen were just a couple doors down in their crazy cluttered North End house of art and film. I’m glad lots of people have been writing about them, I have so many good memories but everything is just a mess in my head right now. It just doesn’t make sense. How could somebody murder Helen? She was the sweetest person in the world.
When Paul and Helen moved from Halifax to New Orleans, Al Tuck recorded a goodbye song for them. I’m sure Al meant it as an upbeat and optimistic song, I’m sure he would never have foreseen such tragic circumstances. But I had to put this song on and walk around the house getting all choked up.
All I can think of to do right now is to sit at home alone on a rainy night and work my way through the last of a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Kahlua. You can bet I poured one out for Helen Hill.
Please, take a few moments:
HalifaxLocals – Mark – Gerry – Becka – Apophenia – b.rox – HFX Daily News – New Orleans Times-Picayune – BoingBoing – New York Times – Globe And Mail – Super8Porter – helenhill.org