Post by LadyBlue on Dec 31, 2005 18:00:56 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]THESE ARE JUST SOME OF THE THOUGHTS THAT RUN THROUGH MY MIND IN ONE SINGLE DAY[/glow]
I picture my daughter laying on her side in the fetal position, crying out in anguish, wanting someone to help her, but there is no one there. She remembers her mother and sister and wants them to help her, but they can't, because they don't know where she is. She made a big mistake this time, and now she is paying for it. But she doesn't deserve this. Not this. She doesn't want to die. But God if only they could find her. What is she going to do?
I lost my daughter in 1988, I don't know why, and I guess it really doesn't matter anymore. She is not some forgotten dream, old dreams just grow stronger. My dream is to find my daughter, to hold her hand, to kiss her cheek, to feel her hair, to hear her giggle.
[glow=red,2,300]6283 days, 7 hours, 7 minutes, and 59 seconds have passed since Gayle vanished![/glow]
I picture my daughter laying on her side in the fetal position, crying out in anguish, wanting someone to help her, but there is no one there. She remembers her mother and sister and wants them to help her, but they can't, because they don't know where she is. She made a big mistake this time, and now she is paying for it. But she doesn't deserve this. Not this. She doesn't want to die. But God if only they could find her. What is she going to do?
I lost my daughter in 1988, I don't know why, and I guess it really doesn't matter anymore. She is not some forgotten dream, old dreams just grow stronger. My dream is to find my daughter, to hold her hand, to kiss her cheek, to feel her hair, to hear her giggle.
[glow=red,2,300]6283 days, 7 hours, 7 minutes, and 59 seconds have passed since Gayle vanished![/glow]