The day it ended

He went to Creighton Law school and practiced law in Grand Island, Nebraska. He did what general practice lawyers do. That’s everything. A little of this and a little of that. Divorces? Certainly.

The lawyer had three boys and a wife of 22 years. He liked to watch his kids play sports. He served on the school board. By all accounts, he was a good guy.

I assume he intended to go home. On Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2013, the lawyer walked out of his office at about 6:30 PM. Ironically, in the building where the lawyer and his partners kept their offices a local FBI agent kept his digs as well. That G-man would be of no help.

The lawyer took a few steps. He was standing next to a red Chevrolet Avalanche. A former client, several years removed, is alleged to have shot the lawyer twice from across the street using a rifle. After they rushed him to the hospital, they found a plastic bottle of cola, glasses and an accordion file on the ground.

Twenty-five years and a few weeks earlier, the lawyer became a member of the bar. At 52-years of age, the lawyer died that day at St. Francis Medical Center. Center mass torso shooting, particularly with a rifle, is deadly.

Over 900 people showed up for his funeral at Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church. According to a local TV station, the “funeral attracted everyone from lawyers and judges to members of the Grand Island School Board to River Dawg baseball players.”

I didn’t know Todd Elsbernd. But, I won’t forget him.


Todd V. Elsbernd

Todd V. Elsbernd

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