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Yahoo!The time of year that my sister, Dana Mcpeek, disappeared is approaching. I can never adequately explain the pain that my family has endured because of this tragedy, only interpret what life has been like since.
Many people have speculated on how Dana disappeared. I have heard theories and possibilities coupled with the well-meaning "Don't give up hope.” After seven years, my family has come to the conclusion that my sister is not alive. That is our reality. It would be more of a comfort to know that the search for her remains continues, and for the person who committed this crime.
The last seven years have been difficult to live without my sister being part of them. I'm saddened knowing that she will never again be part of events that we celebrate. I struggle with the memory of the last night anyone saw her. Dana was murdered, probably, for nothing more than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I loved my sister, and would have given my life to save hers.
This past Christmas, I bought my mom a necklace with a tear shaped piece missing. A poem that went with it explained that the fragment is missing because Dana took a piece of moms' heart when she died. It also said that one day, the all pain will cease, and she will restore that missing piece. She wears that necklace as a reminder they will be reunited. Until then, Dana is forever remembered. Always missed.
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