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CLV User ID: 59756480 United States 10/21/2014 05:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Blessings to you and the little ones and dear grama too. Sacrifice and loss, seems to be the norm for this earthly life, but the rewards live in the heart. Peace to you all. Since this is a time designated for domestic violence awareness, i will share my story up to this time; My girl just started getting bloated and vomiting daily. She lives with a wanna-be-thug, and what you bear now is my greatest fear for her. Can't talk her out of the relationship, she lives thru the cycle of domestic violence and revels in the honeymoon periods he provides. She leaves for a few days and goes right back. I can't prove it, but my instincts say if she has a child he will never let her go. He will destroy all of them IMO. I left her dad even tho he never hit me, he often threatened to kill me. He made our lives hell, no car, no money, threats daily. His next wife jailed him for D/V. I left in time. We lived 20 years poor, but happy. Folks, if your partner is acting violent, leave now. No excuses, no fairy tale, just go live. Go to a support group and get your head on straight. Peace to you from a survivor. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 13813766 Australia 10/21/2014 05:59 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | October 27, 2005 The day my world was turned upside down forever. Quoting: my 2 cents As the 9th anniversary of this day approaches I thought I'd share this story with my fellow GLPers. It's not something I mention very often, but find that talking about it always helps. Thursday, October 27, 2005 started out like any other day. I was up by 6 AM and out the door and on my way to work by 7. I made a quick stop at the local coffee shop, grabbed one to go and was at work by 7:30. Around 9:30, just as I was sitting down for a break, my boss opened the door to my work area and handed me the phone. I was surprised to hear my ex-wife, who I very rarely talked to, on the other end telling me I better get home quick because our daughter Sandra (age 29) was missing. "Huh?, what?, she's missing? What's going on?" Well, she said in a panicked voice "I went to her place this morning at 6am as usual to babysit the (grand) kids. But she wasn't there and the front door wasn't closed." "The kids" she said (2 boys 11, and 2 and one girl 4) "were all in there beds sound asleep but no sign of Sandra." I was already in a daze as I swallowed hard and asked "Have the police been called?" "Yes", my ex replied "and they are very, very concerned, especially since Ed has been making so many threats against her lately." Ed was the man my daughter had recently separated from. They'd been together for 12 years and gave me my 3 beautiful grandchildren. About 3 years before they split up something had changed with Ed. He quit working and started doing drugs day and night. He started hanging out with some real losers and had all but given up on being a dad. My daughter cajoled, pleaded and pretty much begged him to get a grip and start being the man he once was. But it was all to no avail. Finally, at wits end she told him he had to leave, but left open the possibility of reconciling if he would only change his ways. But instead of changing he kept getting worse and was rapidly becoming a drug addled zombie. When my daughter refused several times to take him back the threats started. "Sandra, if you don't take me back I'm going to kill my self" or "Take me back or I'll kill you." As frightened as she was she never wavered in her refusal to take him back, and instead applied for and received a restraining order against him. The restraining order never did do much good as he continued to harass her without the police doing more than giving him repeated warnings. I put the phone down, stuck my head in the bosses door and told him I had a family emergency and had to go home. "No problem" he said. "Hope everything is okay" Even then I had a horrible feeling that everything was definitely not okay. I wasn't sure where to go first so I went straight to my daughter's house. A chill ran up and down my spine as I turned on to her street. It was blocked off on both ends and anyone who didn't have business being there was being turned around. I remember walking past a van that was labeled "forensics unit" as well as a canine unit truck and more police cars and vans than I could count. As I approached her house which was also cordoned off I heard my ex saying "there he is." Accompanied by two detectives she ran up to me and gave me a hug. She was a mess and I could tell by looking at her that she was totally distraught. By now I was as much a mess as she was. The two detectives asked me some questions and I suppose, being satisfied that I had nothing to do with Sandra's disappearance answered some of my own questions. As near as they could tell they thought she had been lured from the house around 4am. Lured because there were no signs of a struggle in the house and the kids had not woken up. Once outside they thought she had likely been forced into a vehicle since she would never leave the kids home alone in the middle of the night. And since she also had to be at her job as a Personal Support Worker by 7am, there was very little chance that she'd just up and gone for a joyride at 4am. Since there wasn't much I could do there other than watching the police scurrying about I decided to go home and await developments. The detective in charge assured me they'd call as soon as any information became available. When I got home I started calling friends and relatives and by noon I had a house full of anxious and worried people who were trading theories and trying to reassure me and each other that it would all be okay. To this day my most vivid memory of that whole crazy time was when two police cars followed by an unmarked car pulled up in front of my house.I looked up at my kitchen clock and at all the stunned faces in the room. It was exactly 5:03 pm when two officers and a detective got out of the unmarked car and knocked on my front door. They were followed by two women who had been in the first police cruiser. I opened the door and knew by the looks on all their faces what they were about to tell me. A farmer west of town was out checking his property that afternoon. He had found a burned out car and in that car were what appeared to be two badly burned bodies. The detective thought it might be my daughter and her ex. "Might be?" I yelled. "Is it her or isn't it?" The officers looked at each other and then at me as the detective answered "We believe it's her." At this point I sat down in my chair and just stared into space as the detective started talking about the investigation,autopsy, evidence and some other stuff I wasn't paying much attention to. Everyone else in the house went quiet and apart from some sobs and sniffles it was deathly still. Sensing that some of the others and I were about to lose it the ladies with the officers (who were grief counselors) took over as the officers stood by. After half an hour or so I told them all I would like to be alone with my friends and family and they left. The investigation into my daughter's murder never determined the exact cause of her death. All they could tell for sure was that she was already dead when the car burned because there was no soot in her throat. Ed, on the other hand, did die a horrible death as he incinerated himself in the flaming wreck. Sandra was a wonderful, devoted mother and a daughter any dad would be proud to have. She was studying to be a paramedic and was about to graduate with honors in spite of all her personal problems. Of course I still grieve her death to this very day. But, I also realized that life must go on and if I let my grief destroy me I'd be just as much a victim as her. Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Some of the last pictures taken of Sandra in 2005 :1sandra05: :2sandra05: On the fifth anniversary of her murder, me and some friends put together a little memorial for her. My 2 youngest grand kids are the ones playing in the machine. [link to www.youtube.com (secure)] Finally, one of the many news reports about her murder. All the papers listed her age as 32 but it was actually 29. [link to www.zoominfo.com] Terrible.I am sorry for you.The day of Resurrection is soon.Trust God and walk with Him that created allthings and see her again on the day of resurrection. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 62984669 Canada 10/21/2014 06:02 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you for posting this. Unfortunately I have found myself in an eerily similar situation. I am always very vigilant, but this has brought the seriousness of these situations to the forefront of my mind. |
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User ID: 62646931 United States 10/21/2014 06:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't often log in here, but your story really touched me. I am so so sorry this happened to your beautiful daughter Sandra. I will add you and your family to my list of prayers. I know the passage of time has lessened the "sting", but the tears will never abate. I am a very faith-filled person (planning to begin studies for the seminary next fall), so I believe that you and Sandra will one day be reunited, as well everyone in your family. Again, I am so sorry to hear about this, and my deepest condolences. Help the animals rescued from the Zanesville tragedy on October 18, 2011! Here's a link on how you can help: [link to contribute.columbuszoo.org] |
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(OP) User ID: 60779794 Canada 10/21/2014 06:14 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Very sorry for your loss there aren't enough words to express Quoting: Truther 49100475 anyone's feelings in this situation. I lost my daughter in 1987 to a suicide and my 18 year old son in 1995 to heroine overdose they were wonderful children and I can't handle fathers day at all. again Very sorry for your loss and your family and your daughter are in my prayers . God Bless . My prayers are with you as well. Burying your own children is the ultimate horror. Patriotism is supporting your country always -- and your government when they deserve it. Mark Twain Those who beat their swords into plowshares usually end up plowing for those who kept their swords. -Benjamin Franklin |
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(OP) User ID: 60779794 Canada 10/21/2014 06:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Blessings to you and the little ones and dear grama too. Quoting: CLV 59756480 Sacrifice and loss, seems to be the norm for this earthly life, but the rewards live in the heart. Peace to you all. Since this is a time designated for domestic violence awareness, i will share my story up to this time; My girl just started getting bloated and vomiting daily. She lives with a wanna-be-thug, and what you bear now is my greatest fear for her. Can't talk her out of the relationship, she lives thru the cycle of domestic violence and revels in the honeymoon periods he provides. She leaves for a few days and goes right back. I can't prove it, but my instincts say if she has a child he will never let her go. He will destroy all of them IMO. I left her dad even tho he never hit me, he often threatened to kill me. He made our lives hell, no car, no money, threats daily. His next wife jailed him for D/V. I left in time. We lived 20 years poor, but happy. Folks, if your partner is acting violent, leave now. No excuses, no fairy tale, just go live. Go to a support group and get your head on straight. Peace to you from a survivor. I'm glad you found the strength to get out and stay out of the abusive relationship you were in. I hope your daughter wakes up in time because it doesn't sound like there are any happy endings with the type of guy she's involved with. Best wishes for you and her. Patriotism is supporting your country always -- and your government when they deserve it. Mark Twain Those who beat their swords into plowshares usually end up plowing for those who kept their swords. -Benjamin Franklin |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 63854855 Canada 10/21/2014 06:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | October 27, 2005 The day my world was turned upside down forever. Quoting: my 2 cents As the 9th anniversary of this day approaches I thought I'd share this story with my fellow GLPers. It's not something I mention very often, but find that talking about it always helps. Thursday, October 27, 2005 started out like any other day. I was up by 6 AM and out the door and on my way to work by 7. I made a quick stop at the local coffee shop, grabbed one to go and was at work by 7:30. Around 9:30, just as I was sitting down for a break, my boss opened the door to my work area and handed me the phone. I was surprised to hear my ex-wife, who I very rarely talked to, on the other end telling me I better get home quick because our daughter Sandra (age 29) was missing. "Huh?, what?, she's missing? What's going on?" Well, she said in a panicked voice "I went to her place this morning at 6am as usual to babysit the (grand) kids. But she wasn't there and the front door wasn't closed." "The kids" she said (2 boys 11, and 2 and one girl 4) "were all in there beds sound asleep but no sign of Sandra." I was already in a daze as I swallowed hard and asked "Have the police been called?" "Yes", my ex replied "and they are very, very concerned, especially since Ed has been making so many threats against her lately." Ed was the man my daughter had recently separated from. They'd been together for 12 years and gave me my 3 beautiful grandchildren. About 3 years before they split up something had changed with Ed. He quit working and started doing drugs day and night. He started hanging out with some real losers and had all but given up on being a dad. My daughter cajoled, pleaded and pretty much begged him to get a grip and start being the man he once was. But it was all to no avail. Finally, at wits end she told him he had to leave, but left open the possibility of reconciling if he would only change his ways. But instead of changing he kept getting worse and was rapidly becoming a drug addled zombie. When my daughter refused several times to take him back the threats started. "Sandra, if you don't take me back I'm going to kill my self" or "Take me back or I'll kill you." As frightened as she was she never wavered in her refusal to take him back, and instead applied for and received a restraining order against him. The restraining order never did do much good as he continued to harass her without the police doing more than giving him repeated warnings. I put the phone down, stuck my head in the bosses door and told him I had a family emergency and had to go home. "No problem" he said. "Hope everything is okay" Even then I had a horrible feeling that everything was definitely not okay. I wasn't sure where to go first so I went straight to my daughter's house. A chill ran up and down my spine as I turned on to her street. It was blocked off on both ends and anyone who didn't have business being there was being turned around. I remember walking past a van that was labeled "forensics unit" as well as a canine unit truck and more police cars and vans than I could count. As I approached her house which was also cordoned off I heard my ex saying "there he is." Accompanied by two detectives she ran up to me and gave me a hug. She was a mess and I could tell by looking at her that she was totally distraught. By now I was as much a mess as she was. The two detectives asked me some questions and I suppose, being satisfied that I had nothing to do with Sandra's disappearance answered some of my own questions. As near as they could tell they thought she had been lured from the house around 4am. Lured because there were no signs of a struggle in the house and the kids had not woken up. Once outside they thought she had likely been forced into a vehicle since she would never leave the kids home alone in the middle of the night. And since she also had to be at her job as a Personal Support Worker by 7am, there was very little chance that she'd just up and gone for a joyride at 4am. Since there wasn't much I could do there other than watching the police scurrying about I decided to go home and await developments. The detective in charge assured me they'd call as soon as any information became available. When I got home I started calling friends and relatives and by noon I had a house full of anxious and worried people who were trading theories and trying to reassure me and each other that it would all be okay. To this day my most vivid memory of that whole crazy time was when two police cars followed by an unmarked car pulled up in front of my house.I looked up at my kitchen clock and at all the stunned faces in the room. It was exactly 5:03 pm when two officers and a detective got out of the unmarked car and knocked on my front door. They were followed by two women who had been in the first police cruiser. I opened the door and knew by the looks on all their faces what they were about to tell me. A farmer west of town was out checking his property that afternoon. He had found a burned out car and in that car were what appeared to be two badly burned bodies. The detective thought it might be my daughter and her ex. "Might be?" I yelled. "Is it her or isn't it?" The officers looked at each other and then at me as the detective answered "We believe it's her." At this point I sat down in my chair and just stared into space as the detective started talking about the investigation,autopsy, evidence and some other stuff I wasn't paying much attention to. Everyone else in the house went quiet and apart from some sobs and sniffles it was deathly still. Sensing that some of the others and I were about to lose it the ladies with the officers (who were grief counselors) took over as the officers stood by. After half an hour or so I told them all I would like to be alone with my friends and family and they left. The investigation into my daughter's murder never determined the exact cause of her death. All they could tell for sure was that she was already dead when the car burned because there was no soot in her throat. Ed, on the other hand, did die a horrible death as he incinerated himself in the flaming wreck. Sandra was a wonderful, devoted mother and a daughter any dad would be proud to have. She was studying to be a paramedic and was about to graduate with honors in spite of all her personal problems. Of course I still grieve her death to this very day. But, I also realized that life must go on and if I let my grief destroy me I'd be just as much a victim as her. Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Some of the last pictures taken of Sandra in 2005 :1sandra05: :2sandra05: On the fifth anniversary of her murder, me and some friends put together a little memorial for her. My 2 youngest grand kids are the ones playing in the machine. [link to www.youtube.com (secure)] Finally, one of the many news reports about her murder. All the papers listed her age as 32 but it was actually 29. [link to www.zoominfo.com] I am so, so very sorry. |
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