Finally I went down to the police station. I have been dreading going and not going and then going again. I mentioned in therapy how important it is for myself and family to get some type of answers. I know I’ll never been the same person but not knowing who took my dad from all of us just does something to be everyday that I can not explain. I can only imagine how fucked up my little brother will be or is inside without my dad. It’s all a messed up situation that should have never ever happened.

I want to say so badly that I had a good feeling about the detective I spoke to and have faith that he’s going to try his best to get some type of answers for us but I also know it’s not easy.