Who would of thought

In grade school into high school I was always writing I always thought one day I would write a book on surviving abuse and no where in my thoughts of writing did it ever come to mind that one day I would be writing a blog about my daughters horrific murder and her being tossed from a car like trash. As a mother whose daughter died word is horriffic picturing her poor beaten life less body the broken bones lying there in that hospital bed and at that moment when I knew that law enforcement was lying about what happened to my little girl I knew the only way to get across the truth was to start blogging and the heartbreak with every key stroke on the keyboard of my laptop hoping I