From September 24, 2018

My world had collapsed. I found myself seated in the backyard surrounded by about 50 kids…all of whom were crying. I too was crying. I was the first to cry. I cried the longest. Days later, some random thought or memory of a sweet, joyful child who was no longer among us brought tears to my eyes. The very heart and soul of Santa Chiara had been ripped from our presence and the void was too horrible to absorb.

. . . What I am writing about can be reduced to three painful words: Tamysha is gone. Yanked from us by a mean-spirited, vindictive, ignorant mother and a hate-filled, angry, venomous grandmother.

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