No King Solomon (Part 2)
There are two events that I have been having a hard time writing about but I am compelled to share. This is one that I have been putting off, avoiding the writing of it for over a year.
To say it was bittersweet would be a monumental understatement. I don’t think our language has a word yet that would adequately define the extreme range of emotions that I felt in those two days in November, 2012. Utter elation to hopelessness, then briefly hope; fear, a deep sense of loss, euphoria, then disappointment, anguish, heartbreak—but I don’t know if these words come close either. Still, I would re-live those two days again in a heartbeat. But I am getting way ahead of myself. Most of my posts do not require a prologue or explanation--the story speaks for itself. At least I hope they do so. This one, I believe, requires some backstory. The audio recording. The audio that is referred to in the story is from November 15, 2012, a Thursday. It was the last time that I was allowed my court ordered time with my daughter. It was a beautiful day and that is in part why what I found out that happened the next day was so devastating. It was so devastating, but some would say I was in denial. Because, even when people told me the very last thing that a loving parent wants to hear, that we had lost our daughter, I refused to believe it. Megan had recently turned 14. Every Thursday I would drive the two hours from La Quinta to the high desert to pick my daughter up after school. We would hang out, go to a movie, eat at In-n-Out (her favorite), and visit with relatives or friends. I would drop her back off at her mother’s house, as stated in the court order, by 9 pm. I would then drive the 2 hours back home. The time passing quickly as I drove home with a smile on my face; re-playing our time together over and over in my head. Tsdfdsfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff sfasdas asdasd asd dasd sdasd asd asd as das ds adsa |
My Camera memory is destroyed before being returned.
Mike Garrison, step-dad calls me a Stalker as I try to pick up daughter. I am always decent to him regardless.
Step-dad tells dad to wait in the street and call police.
Picture at Adelanto Sheriff Department. Just covering my ass.
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No King Solomom
In Part 2: What happened on Day 2...
My heart was broken; waiting 8 hours for the Sheriff or my daughter,
Christy pulls a Christy, a man with a gun,
our daughter was made to do something unbelievably, that led some to say that she was lost.
The damaged memory card.
The cover up. The good cop/bad cop,
The long drive home...Sophie saves me.