
Originally Posted by
TaupinJohn
I was wondering when this would become a thread.... thanks for making it one. My computer is all but non-working, and I just couldn't seem to get the link over here.
(From what I recall) -- she was supposedly meeting up with two of her "friends" -- very pretty (and naturally so... to me, anyway) and seemingly everything to live for.
What I recall most from the article (I can't follow those links provided, sorry) was that everything was burned but for the soles of her feet. I cannot.... as a parent, I cannot go there. Her father (again, if memory serves) is the one who said as much.
I'm still confused as to whether or not she was able to name her attackers (apologies if it's in the above-linked article) -- seems doubtful but in some cases, it seems a body stayed alive just long enough to do just that. Oh God, I hope so.
Dealing with some too-close-to-home issues of death at the moment myself, I've not commented much in our forum or anywhere else for that matter... death hasn't visited my family in so long I'd forgotten it could. I've been reminded now, God knows. But to lose a child in this way... makes me ashamed for my (continuous, seemingly) own tears. This happening to a child is just.... it would have to be the worst. I've so much sympathy and sorrow for her parents, there are no words to adequately convey how very sorry I am for their pain.
I'll watch this thread and I'll (quietly) celebrate when her murderers are caught and punished. I've no idea if there's a death penalty in that state or not, but this was, by all accounts, planned. And if that state has the DP in place and doesn't use it for the walking trash that took the life of this mother's child, then suffice to say they don't have it at all.
Thanks Ozzysmom for this. This story needs to be told, and more importantly, heard. I appreciate you making that possible.
Wow....what would possess someone to do something like this.
Hang in there TaupinJohn......good thoughts coming your way as well.
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