The disappearance of my baby girl.
On June 7th, 2017 my 24 year old daughter went missing from our neighborhood and hasmt been seen or heard from since. The phone still isn’t ringing, no knock on the door, no text messages and not even the dignity of having her remains! The only person of interest in her disappearance, later upgraded to a homicide investigation, took the only clues and his guilt with him later when he committed suicide by hanging and leaving our family to suffer, wonder why and try to hold on to hope of finding her remains. Almost 14 months later we are still left with the pain, questions and no answers. Broken beyond repair. 💜💜💜💜💜
My husband, son and I were having a normal Saturday morning. We woke up, had breakfast, and went to the local farmer’s market like we did every weekend. Jacob, my 6-year-old son, loved it there. He loved the crafts, the face painting, and picking out a treat from the local bakery. It was one of my favourite times as a family each week.
On our drive back home, the unthinkable happened. We were proceeding through an intersection when a vehicle sped through a red light and made direct contact with the rear passenger side of our vehicle – where Jacob had been sitting in his carseat. Upon impact, I knew what had happened. I will never forget that moment.
The grief that my husband and I experienced was constant and unbearable. From anger, to devastation, to guilt, we spent the next 2 years asking every “What if?” we possibly could. We blamed ourselves. We blamed the other driver. We blamed the poor design of the intersection. But placing and holding blame didn’t made it easier to deal with.
What I can say to those that are going through what we went through is that it never gets easier, but it gets easier to cope with. The pain that we feel is still as intense today as it was the day that it happened. We learned, however, to cope with the pain and to put one foot in front of the other. Some days that’s all you can do.
We choose to remember the happy times with Jacob and we know we are blessed to have had the short amount of time with him that we did. He was the best son we could have ever asked for, and we will always remember him that way.
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