Sally always refused to have her picture taken, because her sick s-dad was *always* taking pictures of her, convincing everyone he was a photo-artist. Including "those" kind of pics. :( Her brother has been fixing up the house now that he owns it, and he found sicko s-dad's stash of pics hidden in a small room behind a bookcase. (S-dad had died suddenly and never had a chance to destroy this stuff i guess)

Her bro turned over the pics to the police. Then he helped them look through the pics to see who they could identify. Most were of Sally, then the b-daughter, AND the b-grand daughter. Then there were thousands of other pics of other girls. Many had been identified as having been victims in other countries 30 and 40 years ago. Since they found many copies of the same pics of Sally in packets, the creep was obviously trading pics with other creeps worldwide for years before he croaked. :(

Sally, you are Love, you are Beauty.

We only spent a short time together. But I know that for both of us, those were the best years of our lives.

(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)

The memorial service was the best thing that could have happened. We set up an audio link to tie the two locations together, so the 2 groups joined into one.

So many people that finally understood the demons that haunted Sally. Together we cried, but we also remembered and shared the really happy times we had with her, and what a unique person she was.

Everyone had a few words to share with the group about Sally. And in Florida, her best friend in school sang "True Colors", their favorite song.

So in the end, my sister persuaded me to sing "My Heart Will Go On".

Everyone cried.

But for the first time, I did not.

Because while I sang it, I felt Sally looking down on all of us and smiling. Her warmth filled my heart again.

I realized at that moment, Sally had finally found Peace.

And in the end, we all sang "Amazing Grace".

And everyone was glad they came. :D

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Now, finally, when it is too late, the secrets begin to unravel.
After he & I talked, Sally's bro talked with his s-dad's b-daughter. She finally admitted being abused by her dad too. :(

Sally's bro & I are having 2 memorial services for Sally tomorrow. We have been calling everyone we know and it sounds like there will be many people attending. :)

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I was just notified that Sally actually died in a car accident on June 6, 2006.

At the time, she was doing social work at a shelter for battered and abused women in Argentina. She was teaching them life skills to hold a job or start a business so they could become independent and support themselves and their children.

Her mother died of cancer weeks ago and left a letter explaining the details for me in her last will.

"My Heart Will Go On" is a song we often sang together.

I never realized just how much the words of that song would come to mean.

If you stop here and want to know about Sally, the best way to describe her is that she now has become the beautiful "Angel" that will always inspire those of us that knew her.

If you have some time, say a prayer thanking God for putting her on this earth.

And best of all, sing a song in her memory. I know she would really like that.

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I finally reached Sally's brother. I'm glad I did because talking gave both of us answers.

That crazy woman that was their mother had not informed him of Sally's death 3 years ago either. He also just got the letter about Sally when mother's last will was read a few weeks ago.

Her brother knew almost nothing of what s-dad had done to Sally. He only suspected. The deal he had was that s-dad would provide him with alcohol and drugs as long as he would shut up and get lost. When I told him the whole story, he was crushed. But he was thankful because it also clearly explained why Sally later did the things she did.

He told me that in that last week, when they took Sally back to Florida, Sally had come back strongly feeling that she wanted to face what she had done. To somehow apologize to those she had hurt and pay for her actions.

But that CRAZY BITCH MOTHER of hers smothered her with so much shame and fear, that Sally finally crumbled, took the money, and ran.

Right after she was gone, his mother said how she was glad that "embarrassment" had been handled. He realized then that his mother had no concept helping Sally with love and the support that she needed. But rather she was keeping the whole thing as quiet as possible, so that she wouldn't have to explain to her rich social club friends what really went on in their perfect family.

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I have gotten to know Sally's bro pretty well as we dealt with our grief. He told me about their b-dad and how that life had been.

I carried so much rage against their mother. How could she be so cold, heartless, selfish and greedy for the material things and pleasures of this world and turn her back on her daughter? She knew what was happening and allowed it to continue. But then, was she jealous of Sally ? I dunno.

Then it dawned on me, that as many prayers as I devoted to Sally, I needed to also ask God to have Mercy on her mother's soul.

And, doing that gave me a sense of closure and helped the way I felt. :)

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The poison web of Sally's s-dad never ends. After Sally's bro talked to their s-sister, she finally admitted to having been molested, and for the first time realized she had not been the only victim. SOO she talked to her daughter. Now we confirmed he had molested his grand daughter too when she was 5. :( At least now she can get help.