Crime Stories with Nancy Grace - HEAR IT! Brian Laundrie's Notebook Musings After He Kills Gabby Petito

Episode Date: February 17, 2023

The lawyer for Gabby Petito's family says Roberta Laundrie offered to help her son,Brian, bury a body. According to a lawsuit, Laundrie wrote to her son, making the offer with a note. Written on the outside envelope was the words, BURN AFTER READING.  As the lawsuit head for court, lets listen to the words that Brian Laundrie wrote in the notebook, that was found at his campsite. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

You're listening to an iHeart Podcast. Crime Stories with Nancy Grace. Hi guys, Nancy Grace here. In the last days, we've been hearing a lot of developments, believe it or not, in the Gabby Petito murder case. That's right. We know Brian Laundrie committed suicide in the Carleton Reserve, basically 25,000 acres of swampland in Florida, giving a detailed, very self-beneficial admission in a notebook where he wrote down his, let me just say, thoughts and feelings.

Well, that said, in the last days, a so-called burn letter has emerged. A letter purportedly written by Brian Laundrie's mother to him, offering to bring a shovel to bury a body, words to that effect, offering to get him out of prison, words to that effect, and on the outside of the envelope, stating burn after reading. Not only that, multiple lawsuits flying, and they are heartbreaking. You know, you can read a lot of news reports and hear a lot of reporters talking about it, but let's take a thorough examination at exactly what has been filed by Gabby's family against not only the Moab Police Department, who treated her, Gabby, as the aggressor. This after a selfie emerges taken before the Moab Police pulled them over, where she was battered

and bruised, bleeding and crying, having been beaten by Brian Laundrie, yet they, the police, accused her of being the aggressor, a lawsuit relating to that, and a lawsuit relating to the so-called burn letter. Take a listen to this. Gabby, I wish I was right at your side. I wish I could be talking to you right now. I'd be going through every memory we've made, getting even more excited for the future.

I can't live without you. I've lost every day we could have spent together, every holiday. I'll never get to play with Unintelligible again. Never go hiking with TJ. I loved you more than anything. I can't bear to look at our photos to recall great times because it is why I cannot go on. When I close my eyes, I will think of laying on the roof of the van, falling asleep to the sight of a meteor shower at the Crystal Geyser. I will always love you. If you were reading Gab's journal, looking at the photos from our life together, flipping through old cards, you wouldn't want to live a day without

her. Knowing that every day you'll wake up without her, you wouldn't want to wake up. I'm sorry to everyone this will affect. Gabby was the love of my life, but I know adored by many. I'm so very sorry to her family because I love them. I'd consider her younger siblings my best of friends. I'm sorry to my family. This is a shock to them as well as a terrible grief. They've loved as much if not more than me. A new daughter to my mother and aunt to my nephews.

Please do not make this harder for them. This occurred as an unexpected tragedy. Rushing back to our car trying to cross the streams of Spread Creek before it got too dark to see and too cold, I hear a splash and a scream. I could barely see. I couldn't find her for a moment. I shouted her name. I found her breathing heavily, gasping my name. She was freezing cold. We had just come from the blazing hot national parks in Utah. The temperatures had dropped to freezing, and she was soaking wet. I carried her as far as I could down the stream towards the car, stumbling, exhausted in shock. When my knees buckled and knew I couldn't safely carry her, I started a fire and spooned her as close to the heat. She was so thin, had already been freezing

too long. I couldn't at the time realize that I should have started a fire first, but I wanted her out of the cold back to the car. From where I started the fire, I had no idea how far the car might be. I only knew it was across the creek. When I pulled Gabby out of the water, she couldn't tell me what hurt. She had a small bump on her forehead that eventually got larger. Her feet hurt, her wrist hurt, but she was freezing, shaking violently. While carrying her, she continually made sounds of pain. Laying next to her, she said little, lapsing between violent shakes, gasping in pain, begging for an end to her pain. She would fall asleep, and I would shake her awake, fearing she shouldn't close her eyes if she had a concussion.

She would wake in pain, start the whole painful cycle again, while furious that I was the one waking her. She wouldn't let me try to cross the creek, thought like me that this fire would go out in her sleep and she'd freeze. I don't know the extent of Gabby's injuries, only that she was in extreme pain. I ended her life. I don't know the extent of Gabby's injuries, only that she was in extreme pain. I ended her life. I thought it was merciful that it was what she wanted, but I see now all the mistakes I made. I panicked. I was in shock, but from the moment I decided, took away her pain,

I knew I couldn't go on without her. I rushed home to spend any time I had left with my family. I wanted to drive north and let James or TJ kill me, but I wouldn't want them to spend time in jail over my mistake, even though I'm sure they would have liked to. I am ending my life not because of a fear of punishment, but rather because I can't stand to live another day without her. I've lost our whole future together, every moment we could have cherished. I'm sorry for everyone's loss. Please do not make life harder for my family. They've lost a son and a daughter, the most wonderful girl in the world, Gabby. I'm sorry. I've killed myself by this creek

in the hopes that animals may tear me apart, that it may make some of her family happy. Please pick up all of my things. Gabby hated people who litter. And there you have it. Thanks, Dave Mack from Crime Online. We wait as justice unfolds. Nancy Grace signing off. Goodbye, friend. You're listening to an iHeart Podcast.