Wednesday, December 7, 2011


On Thanksgiving weekend, The Boy's girlfriend, Amber, walked out of the local bar, crossed the street and was never seen alive again. She was 19.

For a month we searched in hope only to have that hope crushed when her body was finally found.

On the day of her funeral, I woke up in a rage. I still feel that rage.

To this day, we don't know how or even when she died. The broken.

There has not been an arrest.

This is all I can write at the moment. There are so many emotions but the rage overpowers. Not just for the unknown person that has done this to Amber, but for the spineless accusers and obsessive facebook trolls that invade our grief.