with complete Dear Michaela blog
Dear Michaela, I was thinking about this blog this morning, and my letters to you, and why I do it. I have gotten to the point where I bristle when people want to talk about your case. It literally sends bad feelings up my spine. No surprise, I guess. It will be thirty years this year... Continue Reading →
November 18th, 29 years ago, an eternity and yet a brief moment, marks the last happy, innocent day I spent with you, Michaela. What did we do that day? How could my memory of the day after be so sharp, but that last happy day be washed away? It was the last day of school... Continue Reading →
Photo by Chris, mom of Precious Angel Tricia Seymour. Love.I don't know where you are, so I am going to post this a little bit early just in case you are in another time zone, because even though it's four hours until your birthday here, I would not want you to ever think I might... Continue Reading →
Today is Christmas, and although I am enjoying the holiday with family, there are many people who are not here, who I miss greatly. My son, Alex, lives a few hours away with his family, including his three little girls. I talked to them on the phone a little while ago, but it would be... Continue Reading →
Well, I'm feeling a bit like shaking this up. There are many things I know and kind of keep under wraps for various reasons. My main motivation always is to protect the integrity of the investigation. I almost added "at all costs" at the end of that sentence, but I think that is perhaps part... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I fall silent here, I know. There are those times when I just get really bone weary, too much so for words. And there are times when I have to keep quiet for other reasons. But Michaela, in the deepest depths of darkness, silence, and cold, I never, ever forget you. You are always... Continue Reading →
Not long after you were kidnapped, a woman came to our front door to tell us that she'd had a dream or vision that your kidnapper had dropped you off in the hills above Lake Chabot, that you were injured and were not able for some reason to get to help. She said that at... Continue Reading →
It's not quite the 24th yet here yet, but I don't know where you might be, Michaela, and in some places it is, or will be soon. I wouldn't want you to wake up anywhere and say, "It's my birthday! I wonder if my mom remembers," and sign onto this blog and not find anything.... Continue Reading →
Michaela, this is a beautiful message that was sent to me to give to you.Love you,momHello Michaela,My name is Megan! Although we have never met I feel as though I know you. The reason I say this is I read your mom’s blog. She has tried her best to let the world know of you... Continue Reading →
