Shot multiple times by her estranged husband, who then turned the gun on himself, their bodies left for their children to find when they came home from a Davie County Middle School.
I don't pretend to have known her well, but our paths did cross here in Forsyth County, courtesy of our children's love of horses, courtesy of the barn.
Here is what I can tell you about her: she was pretty, very vivacious, had a marvelous figure, an infectious laugh, wore her Allen Tate nametag religiously, and seemed not to have a care in the world.
Yesterday afternoon, another mother who did know her quite well spoke of her shock at the news. The estrangement from her husband wasn't a secret, but this other mother repeatedly stated that Jana Rowell did not believe herself to be in danger.
The truth, which we all now know, is that in fact Jana Rowell did know her husband's dangerous side, was well aware of the strength of it, had taken legal steps to shield herself from it.
It's easy to think that domestic violence only happens in squalor, that it only happens to ugly women, to women who let themselves go, to women with too many babies too young, to women who Aren't Like Us.
It's easy to think that if someone was in danger from a partner, her friends would absolutely know it or she'd tell them or they would see it in her kids.
It's easy to think that if someone was in danger, if she could Just Get Out, the danger would be gone.
But the fact is that Jana Rowell is dead, and that disproves everything.
Jana Rowell's Obituary