This morning I got up and made a post about an Amber Alert for a local missing 8 year old girl.
At 9am they arrested the POS Child predator that kidnapped her from a local Walmart.
At 10:15 the media broke in with a news conference that her little body had been found in a church parking lot. My stomach dropped. Our boys are the same age... It hit me hard.
The mother was shopping at 11pm last night with her kids. He approached her, befriended her, and asked to take the little girl to the stores McDonald's to buy her a hamburger... the mother said yes.
While I do not know the mother, I don't know her situation, perhaps she works 2 or 3 jobs and that was her only time to grocery shop...But My God ! to allow your little 8 year old to walk off with a stranger is insane. I can't even talk about it without using profanity...
He then took her from the store, and then proceeded to do God knows what to her. I can't imagine how scared she must have been through her ordeal. And then, once he did all that to her...why did he have to kill her? He could have just left her alive in the parking lot...Why end her little life?
During the press conference, my heart went out to the police officers who were searching for this Angel. They could not keep it together and were in tears.
I made ND and NW watch it. I wanted them to know why mommy is a complete and utter B---H to strangers who try to approach us in a store, I wanted them to understand why mommy and daddy watch people around us, I wanted them to see that there are bad people out there that want to take kids, and reinforce once again why we don't talk to strangers...
I held them close, and again told them how much I loved them.
Heaven has a new Angel today and her name is Charish Perriwinkle. There will be a new star shinning tonight in the sky. RIP little one.....
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Saturday, June 22, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The Dream
I was at the checkout.I was in a long blue dress I use to wear. Senior told me he was going to wait outside. I saw NW go with him. I turned to pay and assumed ND had tagged along with the guys as well. He always does.. At least that is what I thought. I paid and left to meet them. No ND. I looked around frantically thinking he was at a gumball machine or looking at the Redbox movies.
The Panic set it. I rushed back in to the store screaming his name. No answer.
Shoppers looked at me like I was a crazed psychopath. Senior went to Customer service to have him paged.
I ran up and down the aisles, stumbling over my feet, crying and yelling for him. He was no where.
Disappeared, gone.
I collapsed on to the floor, Senior there trying to grab me. My baby was missing. Who took him? Why? My God they will pay!
I was numb. I couldn't feel anything.. Senior and I were going through every parents horror.
The Store manager asked that no one leave.The staff stopped new shoppers from coming in. Other customers joined the search, an elderly lady put her hand on me for comfort. Still I screamed for him. My baby, my sweet little boy. Where was he!.
Then out of no where, there he was. wearing his little red shirt and blue shorts. smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Safe. and untouched. no hair on his head out of place.
The sounds of the boys playing this morning woke me from this nightmare. I jumped out of bed, and there he was sitting on the floor of his room playing with his Batman cave. I smiled, a tidal wave of relief rushed over me. My baby is indeed safe. I gave him a big hug and kiss on the forehead.
He did not know why. I told him I had a bad dream about him.
He said "Mommy its okay, it was just a dream".
Our Dreams. They are our subconscious and occur throughout the night. During 8 hours of sleep a person can spend two hours dreaming. They are a variety of our emotions, ideas and sensations. If you can remember it vividly-Like I can with this dream, then you are awoken during the REM stage of sleep.
Now I am thinking about it, it will bother me all day. I will keep the boys close, and wonder what sort of cryptic message this dream was trying to tell me.
-JUGM
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