It's been so hard since you left us two years now, but it seems like a lifetime. Missing you is a natural thing, but losing you in such a terrible way hurt me to my soul.

     No one came to me, to tell me what happened to you. When I found out I just wanted to be with you, and hold you and rock you like when you were a little baby.

     I have felt so much guilt. I know you were afraid, scared, and I felt I should have been there to protect you, because you were the baby.

     Today I read in The Akron Beacon Journal, that Judge McCarty wrote about her campaign tactics, specifically how she had to make a distinction between herself, and her opponent. She failed to say sorry for the hardship she put on our family. Every hour on the hour we had to be reminded of your death. Judge McCarty acted as if she solved the case all by herself.

     I wrote to (The Voice of The People) they wrote back saying that at a later date they would get back with me to hear my opinion. It's probably been a year since I heard anything back from them.

     In recent days I've been seeing a lot of news coverage about Douglas, and how he's spending a lot of money for his defense, but still fighting Mom not wanting to pay child support for his children. By the way Mom is doing a good job with your babies, they are getting so big, you would be so proud.

     I miss your giggles, and the little presents you brought to me. Reminders of you everywhere. I'm still fighting for you because it's not over. My understanding of the law is, if you are with someone when they commit a crime, and do not report them, you are just as guilty as the person who committed the crime.

     So why is the other person free? If the tables were turned, and I was in the car, I'd be in jail.

     Most who worked on your case got a promotion, quit, retired, moved on. The person who helped the family the most in my opinion was Homicide Detective Rod Smith. Instead of getting any praise for a job well done he is now working traffic, is that a promotion?

     I wish I could dream about you, I need some answers.

     On August 16, 1999 I went to your house, to clean up the motor home. Margo I found 38 cal. bullets, a gun handle, a gun clip with small caliber bullets, and I also found a shirt wrapped in a pair of men's Jockey underwear, they had blood down the front. Please tell me what I already know. Was it your blood, my poor baby sister? I need to know. And why after all this time did the police finally take this motor home?

     I guess I'm writing this letter because I need help.
 

     ANYONE READING THIS LETTER, PRAY FOR US, WRITE SOMEBODY, TELL SOMEBODY. ENOUGH WITH EVERYONE SAYING "DON'T WORRY BE PATIENT."
 

     All of our lives are changed, no family dinner this year. Thanksgiving will never be the same. I just keep carrying the memory of you around. No more pulling names for Christmas. Awhile back I was helping your daughter straighten her room up, my daughter said "Aunt Margo's going to like this when she gets back." She knows God's promise that we will be together again.
 
 

          Missing You,
          Your Big Sister Vede.....

Prepared for the family and friends of Dr. Prade by former patients:
Martha E. Banks, Ph.D.
Rosalie J. Ackerman, Ph.D.
ABackans Diversified Computer Processing, Inc.
566 White Pond Drive
Suite C #178
Akron, OH  44320-1116

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