My Story: September 28th
Dear Reader: My blog are pieces of my story, taken from a journal I began over 2 years ago. They may be hard to read. I will share my journal entries as I feel ready to do so. The names of many individuals have been changed to protect their identify with the exception of myself (Priscilla), my sister (Christina), and the perpetrator (Joseph Amador- he went by Andy). Posts will be numbered to help you follow along.
- Entry 1: September 26-27th, The FeelingThe night my sister went missing, September 26, 2003. I felt something was wrong, something with my sister. Correction: I knew something was wrong because I could feel it in my soul- myContinue reading “Entry 1: September 26-27th, The Feeling”
- Entry 2: September 28th, GoneThe following day was Sunday, September 28th. The day the police officer found my sister while on his routine patrol of the area- a day too late. I wonder, what made him lookContinue reading “Entry 2: September 28th, Gone”
- Entry 3: September 28-29th, The RideAs, my roommates packed my clothes and I laid on my bathroom floor I didn’t know the pain I was feeling would only be a small piece of what was to come. IContinue reading “Entry 3: September 28-29th, The Ride”
- Entry 4: September 29th, CaptiveMy hope that the body wasn’t my sister’s didn’t last long. My mom and dad walked in shortly after I read the newspaper. My mom didn’t really “walk in”, she was more carriedContinue reading “Entry 4: September 29th, Captive”
- Entry 5: UnstableFor the first few years after Christina passed I thought for sure I was going crazy. I remember wondering do people who actual go insane feel they are going insane before they endContinue reading “Entry 5: Unstable”
- Entry 6: VulturesThe rest of September 29th, and the next few days, weeks, months, years are a bit of a blur. I remember there were lots of people, food no one would eat, police and…Continue reading “Entry 6: Vultures”
- Entry 7: UndergarmentsLater that week, my Dad asked me to help him at the funeral home. We had to pick a casket. I went but I don’t remember helping. Jay I think felt obligated toContinue reading “Entry 7: Undergarments”
- Entry 8: Like a PlagueTragedy- it makes people uncomfortable, no one wants to feel sad. After my sister was murdered, I think those in our community, in our church, and even in our family avoided us becauseContinue reading “Entry 8: Like a Plague”
- Entry 9: TriggersI knew it would be hard when I first saw Christina’s body at the funeral home. I didn’t know seeing her would result in triggers for the years to come… even 16 yearsContinue reading “Entry 9: Triggers”
- Entry 10: Rent’s DueThe second day of my sister’s wake was no easier than the first. I’m not sure why we had two full days for the wake, perhaps one of those things the funeral manContinue reading “Entry 10: Rent’s Due”
- Entry 11: Words HurtMy Dad would choose who would carry my sister’s casket. Something no one really thinks about until it is time to bury a loved one. However, perhaps we should think about who wouldContinue reading “Entry 11: Words Hurt”
- Entry 12: Amazing GraceThe day of the burial the funeral home was overflowing with people. Friends, family, co-workers, teachers, classmates stood in the hallways, overflow rooms, and even outside on the lawn. My family sat thereContinue reading “Entry 12: Amazing Grace”
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