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It's not real.

This is not real.

And not my...

Shelly.

No.

You know.

And it's just like a... Oh, I cannot even tell you what it feels like.

And it feels like something has just gotten up to your heart and just ripped it apart, crushed it.

You know, it's just your being is just like gone.

In those years, before it all began,

they spoke mostly of God, country, cattle, and cutting horses.

Yet murder has a way of changing a town and its people

and seems to wash away a lifetime of pleasant memories.

But it's still that, you know, then you're in the shock and you don't.

But I still didn't want anybody telling me.

I didn't want to hear anything.

It was horrible. It was horrible.

Over four decades have passed, yet the magnitude and pain of losing a child to murder

feels as raw and real as it did on that morning when she first heard those

unimaginable words no parent should ever have to hear. Time is no healer. Whoever said that

never lost a damn child to the hands of a killer. Making matters even worse is when you and so many

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