Brittany was brutally raped/suffocated in Tulsa OK on 9/27 9/28/04 sometime between 9pm and 8am on the 28th. Supposedly there were no witnesses as someone took her life in her 2nd story apartment at the back of a large apartment complex. He may have come in thru a window or frenchdoors on the 2nd floor balcony. We have DNA from 2 sources from the same person and have compared his DNA to more than 2000 suspects. None matched.-------On 10/17/07 after Fellers Vinyl and Midwest Wraps donated a pink purple wrap covered with her pics, CARAVAN TO CATCH A KILLER on all sides, I began CARAVAN tours across 54000" miles thru 45 states. As 94 reporters helped share her story as the girl next door to help get tips/change laws, I TRULY LEARNED ABOUT THE LANGUAGE OF A MURDERED DAUGHTER and it surprised me.
On those first days after a parent has said good bye, each time you wake, the last stars of mourning arch towards the dark edges of sky
and your teared eyes turn towards sunrise,only see a world that melts with waking pain.
The language of a murdered daughter has no lesson plans nor memorization lists. It is born after everything familiar is lost in impotency and it seems there is nothing you can say to others nor they to you to ease the pain.
The language of a murdered daughter, somewhere within the surges of loss, evolves a voice as chords of connectedness are forged with the realization no one can ease the pain, but the pain, thru shared experience can change.
The language came to my consiousness when I I realized that the kindest, most herat felt words, the words that held great gifts were "I can't even imagine..."
The language of a lost daughter, once learned, teaches you that there are gifts received from others, experiences shared, because of and in spite of the murder of a child. The language of a murdered daughter is experiencing a connectedness few may ever share, even amid the ongoing echoes of loss
I would never choose to have lost my daughter to murder. But when I designed my CARAVAN TO CATCH A KILLER tours and allowed myself to face echoes of sadness and loss, as I told her story, sometimes almost every day, I truly learned a new language. Because of and in spite of her murder, I;ve met and been gifted by people in ways few will ever experience. It was taught by strangers thru a kind word, a hug, a thumbs up as they drove by. It was acknowledgement by strangers who didn't have to let me know that they were moved by what they saw or heard. Kindness of the unbelievable reporters, townspeople, sherrifs, police....I can never repay thse who have gifted me with boundless caring and connection.
What brings me peace amid the loss is connecting to all the people I have as I walk down this path. There is no such thing as closure but like I said here, it is realizing the gifts amid the loss that help you to go on...with gratitude
Maggie
I hope someday your gift will arrive to bring you some peace. Meanwhile I will pray you find what you seek. Blessings
I am very sorry. I will keep you in my prayers in hopes that something is found.
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