Missing Molly

There’s an old saying that goes: “Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.” When my husband, Warren and I moved into our new home on 101st Street NE in Bellevue in August of 1953 we couldn’t have known that sometime in our future we would experience a life-changing, heartbreaking tragedy.

As we began building a life in Bellevue, we watched curiously as a new church began construction just down the street. It was to be the First Presbyterian Church of Bellevue and in 1959 we became members. The church became a second home for our family over the coming years as all four of our children were baptized there.

Those were joyous years for our young family. I taught Sunday School and Bible School; prepared food for the Junior High Youth Club; served as a deacon and worked on Session. We made many lasting friendships and life was good.

Then, in January of 1986, our world came crashing down. Our beautiful, caring 28-year old daughter Molly was killed in her apartment during a violent robbery. Everything about Molly’s tragic death seemed so senseless to us. How could God allow such a terrible crime to end the life of our sweet girl?

Molly was warm and caring, vivacious and outgoing. Her life was filled with many friends. She had attended the University of Washington and graduated from Washington State’s Hotel and Restaurant Management Program, making steady career growth working in Houston, Denver and then Seattle. Her death was a heartbreaking shock to us and to everyone that knew her. We prayed for her soul to be with Jesus and asked God to help us through those difficult times.

In the months following Molly’s funeral, we began receiving scores of letters from her friends and their relatives. We always knew that Molly loved people, but these letters were a revelation and revealed to us the truly warm, loving, good-humored women our adult daughter had become.

In the midst of our pain and grief, her friends’ letters glowed with appreciation and empathy. They give us comfort that only God can provide. Here are just a few examples:

“My memory of Molly is seeing her flash that bright smile with a friendly word for everyone. She was so full of joy and such a fun person to be with.”

“Molly touched many lives with her warm and cheerful smile. I worked with her and will treasure the laughter and tears we shared.” The Lord is close to those whose hearts are breaking. May he be close to you and know how much we care.”

“May you be sustained by the knowledge that Molly’s life brought so much happiness to so many people.”

We have so many beautiful memories of Molly. We’re so thankful to all of our friends who shared with us their remembrances of her. A grief support group was formed at church. One of the methods they teach those coping with pain and suffering is to collect all of these wonderful memories of your loved one to create a special booklet – and we did.

In July, 1986, we took Molly’s ashes to the beach at Seaview on Washington’s Long Beach Peninsula. We spread her ashes, with our tears, at the water’s edge. It was one of Molly’s favorite places, filled with memories of happy times with her good friends, Kim and Marylyne Polak. We could never have endured those emotional days without the prayers, love, comforting and hugs of the caring believers of BelPres church.

My husband, Warren died three years ago and I know he and Molly are happy together in our Heavenly home, just waiting
for me.

The Continuing Legacy of Molly McClure

True Crime writer, Ann Rule has included the story of “Molly’s Murder” in her first anthology, A Rose For Her Grave.

Here are just a few of the many tributes generated in memory of Molly:

Perpetually endowed scholarships at Washington State University and Alpha Chi Omega Sorority
Three plaques at the entrance to Bellevue Park
A tree planted in Redmond’s Marymoor Park
A plaque in Seattle’s Children’s Hospital
The hand-carved podium in BelPres Church’s
Fellowship Hall

One thought on “Missing Molly

  1. I went to school with Molly and we were in Blue Birds together. I remember hearing about this tragedy and I finally looked it up and found this page. I am so sorry for the parents loss, I too have lost a child, unbearable! I work for DOC and I think I have met him.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *