Entry 15: Not Guilty

To the reader: Some of you, who have gone through a similar experience as mine, have asked what to expect in the courtroom. This was my experience and it was my last because I didn’t think my body or mind would have been able to handle another courtroom visit. I don’t think anything can trulyContinue reading “Entry 15: Not Guilty”

Entry 12: Amazing Grace

The 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 there in the first row and waited for the service to begin, still in disbelief of what happened—this was my 18-year-old sister’s funeral.Continue reading “Entry 12: Amazing Grace”

Entry 6: Vultures

The 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… reporters. It only took a few hours after identifying Christina’s body, if that, for a reporter to show up at our door.Continue reading “Entry 6: Vultures”

Entry 5: Unstable

For 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 end up insane? If you have ever reached this kind of low then you understand… if not then I pray you never do.Continue reading “Entry 5: Unstable”

Entry 4: September 29th, Captive

My 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 carried in, my dad on one side of her and my uncle on the other side. Her feet dragging behind her as theyContinue reading “Entry 4: September 29th, Captive”

Entry 3: September 28-29th, The Ride

As, 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. I didn’t know a stolen life would cause a different pain which no one would understand. I didn’t know the crying wouldn’t stopContinue reading “Entry 3: September 28-29th, The Ride”

Entry 1: September 26-27th, The Feeling

The 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- my sister calling out to me. When I’ve shared this ‘feeling’ with people they will often look at me with part pity andContinue reading “Entry 1: September 26-27th, The Feeling”