Thursday, 23 July 2009 09:24 PM
I never knew Sharon, but a boy on my street knew her. I remember when the story went in the newspaper- my Mom read it to me. Someone has to know something. Cmon people., after all these years, I cannot imagine as a mother not knowing.
How do people live with themselves? Someone knows something- the lock on the gate, the location, someone knows.
The smallest of clues can provide some peace, why, would someone not contact the family and let them know???.Do you think they are going to forget
I pray one day you will have the peace of mind of knowing.