"Emily"
Emily, we have so many questions, so much unknown, so many
things left unsaid. We never thought for one second that was the last time we'd see you, that the next time we heard from
you, you would be dead.
We wasn't even allowed to see you or touch you in any way, Horror
filled our minds as we were told the atrocities that had happened to you that day.
Where were you for those 10 or so days you were gone? Who
was holding you? Why? You couldn't get to a phone? You knew how much we'd worry when we didn't hear one word, We called
all your friends to ask if from you they had heard?
You already loved this little baby boy that was growing
inside you, close to your heart. You had already named him, Emilio, right from the start. You had visions for his future,
was already making plans, Who took these dreams from you, from us, All we know is you were killed, but, by whose
hand?
We looked everywhere for you but not one clue could we
find. Where were you? Who kept you from us all of this time? We waited over a year, never hearing one word, horror filled
our heads, fear gripped our hearts, this terror, this unknown was driving us insane, Where was our baby girl, Emily? Was
she cold, hot, hurting? Oh Lord, was she in pain?
We prayed and pleaded with God to help us find you, not
knowing was the worst,
We just couldn't give up searching, nightmares filled our
sleep. We would search every street, call everyone, Then we would just sit there, feeling defeated and weep. We waited
daily for that call, but, when it came, we still couldn't believe. How could you have been found over a year ago and buried,
nobody knew who you were, Our minds just couldn't of this conceive.
They buried you in a potter's grave, none of your family
was there. We were still searching for you, Emily, please know how much we care.
If you can send us any answers, Emily, we have to know. We
will keep seeking justice, for you, never letting go. We will continue to search for justice as long as we have breath. We
will never give up our quest to find the one who killed you, the one who caused your death.
Some day we will find out who did this to you, our sweet
baby girl, Our Emily, Our Angel, Our own precious pearl.
To Emily's Aunt Theresa Yeary-Dontrich, From Donna(DJ)
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