We had some rough times, as any new mother would attest to. When her belly hurt and she couldn't sleep at night, we would rock in the rocking chair for hours on end, and I would sing to her… You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you'll never know dear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away. No matter how bad that sounded, it was what soothed her and that is all that mattered. We grew together for eleven years, my warm embrace, my devoted attention, our unconditional love for each other.
I protected her innocence and her purity. She was sweet and kindhearted. A gentle, quiet, compassionate soul. Together forever, bonded for life, a little mini me And then, on June, 10th, , my world went dark. My sunshine was taken away. I asked God, "What did I do wrong? Why am I being punished?
How could anyone with a heart or a conscience or a soul for that matter, take an innocent child away from its mother? How could someone take away the one person in this world that I loved so deeply? Where is she? Is she cold, is she hungry, is she hurt?
I needed so desperately, to hold her and comfort her and tell her that i loved her. My baby was gone and all of my dreams turned to nightmares. Dreadful nightmarish thoughts of her bondage and of her suffering.
She was a vulnerable child and I was unable to help her. A helplessness that turned into despair and misery and depression. I was lost without her but determined not to ever give up hope. I promised, Please God, wrap your arms around her and keep her alive, keep her spirit safe, and I will never give up looking for her.
Please God, place a burden so heavy on whoever would do such an evil thing, that they would let her go and she could come back home to me. I could hear her crying, not with my ears but with my heart. I could feel her pain, not with my body but again with my heart. Completely unbearable and debilitating. For eighteen excruciating years, I endured a huge gaping hole in my heart that some evil being had put their hand into and had ripped out. For eighteen agonizing years, I guarded what little I had left and lived in hell on this earth.
It was you Nancy Garrido and you Phillip Garrido that broke my heart. Furthermore, although she was close with her mother and sister, Jaycee felt as if Carl did not like her. Then came that ominous June morning, where her mother left early for work, and Jaycee said goodbye to her stepfather seconds before being taken.
Carl stared in horror as his stepdaughter was seized near their house, but as soon as his initial shock wore off, he jumped on his bicycle and tried to give chase, but to no avail.
Once investigations into the matter began, Carl and Ken immediately became suspects. Carl subsequently passed several polygraphs, proving his innocence. For many years he was treated as a suspect.
Carl Probyn said both mother and daughter are trying to avoid the public eye for now. He also said it appears that Dugard never told her daughters she was kidnapped by their father. August 31, - Is Jaycee Just the Beginning? Please enter email address to continue.
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