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This Memorial Wall is our tributes to those who have died as a result of child abuse, domestic violence, rape, religious abuse, or other types of abuse. Some of these people we knew personally, others we only heard of. Abuse is not a theoretical concept, it happens to real people, and costs lives. It's important to honor those we lost to abuse by telling their stories, so that the secret that killed them does not remain secret, and so that other lives might be saved, as a result of increased awareness.
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January 19th:
Laura Ashley Skinner
died on January 19th, 1987

3yo Laura from Ohio, USA, lived with her mom and mom's boyfriend. Mom worked two jobs, and the boyfriend was babysitting Laura. She was raped, sodomized, and battered to death. The boyfriend was sentenced to 12 years in prison for involuntary manslaughter; rape was never prosecuted. There's a bench in Antrim Park, in Columbus, Ohio, with a plaque in memory of Laura, with this quote from a song by Martina McBride, Concrete Angel:

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved


Posted by Manya on January 18th, 2018
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Laura Ashley Skinner
died on January 19th, 1987

3yo Laura from Ohio, USA, lived with her mom and mom's boyfriend. Mom worked two jobs, and the boyfriend was babysitting Laura. She was raped, sodomized, and battered to death. The boyfriend was sentenced to 12 years in prison for involuntary manslaughter; rape was never prosecuted. There's a bench in Antrim Park, in Columbus, Ohio, with a plaque in memory of Laura, with this quote from a song by Martina McBride, Concrete Angel:

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved


Posted by Manya on January 18th, 2018
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Chantal
died on January 19th, 2004

We didn't know each other long, but our fight was the same. Your suicide rocked me to the core. On one hand, I was so happy that you were not longer having to fight. On the other hand, I felt even more alone. I pray you have spent the last four years in peace. Miss you.


Posted by Bravehearts on January 4th, 2009
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January 20th:
Chloe Valentine
died on January 20th, 2012

4yo Chloe from Australia lived with her mom and mom's boyfriend. Mom had a problem with methamphetamine addiction, the house was unsanitary, Chloe witnessed domestic violence, and was often left unsupervised. Child protective services received 22 reports. Chloe's grandma wanted to take custody of her: her mom would drop her off at grandma's house for a few hours and not pick her up for a few days. "It was really hard knowing I had to give her back because I didn't know if she was going to come back the same way," said another woman who cared for Chloe while her mom was drinking. Yet Child Protective Services found no grounds for removal of the child from her mom's custody. Chloe died because she was forced to ride (and repeatedly crash) a motorbike, while her mom and mom's boyfriend were filming it. They only called for ambulance when Chloe stopped breathing, and left the hospital as soon as her life support was turned off, before she died. Chloe's grandma said in her victim impact statement, "They say people look peaceful in death. Chloe didn't. She looked battered and bruised and alone."


Posted by Manya on January 19th, 2018
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January 21st:
Malaya Faith Heun
died on January 21st, 2014

Malaya was a 15-month-old girl from North Carolina, who was beat to death. Her mom worked 18hr shifts 5-6 days a week, supporting the family, and left Malaya with her aunt. Malaya died of septic shock following blunt force trauma to the abdomen. The autopsy report listed several injuries including clavicle and rib fractures, some bruising on her head and hemorrhaging. "That was my sister. I left her with people I thought I could trust, " said Malaya's mom.


Posted by Manya on February 27th, 2016
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Sirita Sotelo
died on January 21st, 2005

Sirita was a 3yo girl from Seattle, USA, whose mom was incarcerated on drug charges. Sirita was placed with foster parents who loved her. She liked to sing, dance, dress up, and used to delay her bedtime by asking to look at Mars. She could point it out in the sky because her foster dad taught her how.

A year later Sirita was removed from her foster parents and placed with her dad and stepmom. And another year later Sirita was found dead, with a fractured skull and severed liver. "My intentions were to help Sirita, never to harm her in any way," said her stepmom. "I tried so hard... but she struggled every day, never smiled. (...) I do remember that I lost it; my mind went blank," she said.

The stepmom suffered from depression, PTSD, and other mental health issues, because she was sexually abused as a teenager, and had a drug-addicted father. However, the prosecutor said, "It is inconceivable anyone could be so depressed, so angry they would commit the acts of violence that the defendant did in this case."


Posted by Manya on February 15th, 2016
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January 22nd:
Chloe Siokos
died on January 22nd, 2013

80yo Mrs Siokos lived with her husband in a house in North London, UK. They didn't get along, and separated the house into two flats; Mrs Siokos lived downstairs, and her husband lived upstairs. At 6AM on January 22nd, 2013, neighbors called 999 because the house was on fire. Inside was the body of Mrs Siokos with stab wounds, and the body of her husband with no injuries apart from those caused by the fire. The police doesn't believe anyone else was involved in the crime, and that the fire was intentional because petroleum was poured over the house first. "She was a wonderful, feisty woman who was great with my children. She had many tales of when she worked in the rag trade running a clothing factory. Everyone round here liked her and she will be missed, " said one of Mrs Siokos friends.


Posted by Manya on March 7th, 2016
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Posted by budafli on August 23rd, 2011
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William Taylor Wild

im sorry i didnt text u that day, i was a day late. im sorry for all you went through. i love you willy-boy. ill never forget you. hope you found what you needed. RIP


Posted by tigger on August 2nd, 2013
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The 3 MPD people

For "D"; "G"; "M"; "E"; "L"; "...."; "...."; "the farm lady" and another "...." ...you know who you are...for my uncle and young "D" who died in gun deaths...for "M" and "G" who experienced sexual & physical abuses.....and the "farm lady" next door when I was six years old who hung herself in a grainery.....I wish life hadn't been soo very hard and difficult for you all. It's still unreal that 6 of you suicided...and another was extremely questionable. So much pain and hurt...wish that I could have said or done... something/anything... that would have changed this. And off course I couldn't...all I can do...is to wish you all peace...and all others visiting that finite road to...please...just don't go there. Talk to someone until you feel heard. In gentleness and caring...Jay.


Posted by Jay on January 24th, 2014
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My Brother

I would Like to say thank- you to my Biological brother who died of a cracked skull when he was a teenager, I want to thank him for standing up for me even though he knew he was going to get hurt, I was only three but I still remember him. I am 17 now and I Know he died because of me.


Posted by Januaryhorse on December 21st, 2010
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Leon

My world will never be the same, though as long as you're no longer in pain... Rest in peace young man. You are you're mummies world, she adores you more then anything. You are no longer with us, we will pray you go to the one who Blessed us with you're presence, for such a short but Joyful time. I thank you for giving me so many smiles, and so many laughs. I thank you for filling my life with Joy and happiness, in times in which I needed it most. You truely are special, and will be missed. Rest In Peace, Leon J .H.


Posted by S. on April 22nd, 2008
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Jimmy

As family we lost touch with you all when your dad died. With excitement we were reconnect in June 2010. It was then that we learned the news, after serving your country, the emotional toll, the roller coaster of depression became too much for you. Wish I had known, wish I could have made a difference. I trust you are at peace now.


Posted by cathyd on September 29th, 2011
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Ian (My brother)

I miss you so much. I don't know how I'm ever going to get over what you did. I will never forget the wonderful support you were to me...It just makes your suicide so much more confusing. I miss you. I love you.


Posted by Yasmine (Yazzy) on June 12th, 2012
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David

David I hope you have a friend in Jesus and that you have found your wings, I want you to know that I am trying to lay charges on our birth parents and that they pay for what they did to all of us. I hope I can be stong so I can get the job down because I know they need to know that what they did was not right. I love you David.


Posted by L. Lee Ramey on February 17th, 2011
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Bob

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Posted by Kami on December 28th, 2009
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Anyone who has died at their own hands.

Love and peace to everyone who has chosen suicide. It is never the right choice. but, i truely hope you have found peace. i love you..


Posted by Jade on April 11th, 2011
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Alex

Your a Survivor in my eyes. Now your flying with the Angels, and peaking through the Windows of the Stars looking down on me and I know your smiling. Love you Always. RIP


Posted by S. on April 25th, 2008
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A girl from my first grade

She commited suicide after our fight, we were so young, i blame myself, my dear freind live long in God's hands....


Posted by Serena (Lanfan) on December 9th, 2012
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a young woman at my college

this candle is for the woman at my school who was killed due to domestic violence.


Posted by CD on April 20th, 2012
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Luke

I loved you so much and that night it happened...i can still see you when i close my eyes...but your not the only one who died that night. you shouldn't have let them get to you, you shouldn't have listened to them...they were wrong.


Posted by Dante on September 9th, 2011
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My Mom (1954-2005)

Dear Mom, I wish we could have become better friends before you took your life. I am really going through a lot of things right now and so much of it is the same as you did. I wish I could be talking to you about my problems right now because I feel so alone. I'm gonna try to make my life different though. Btw mom.. I found out I can't have children. Love Belinda


Posted by Belinda on July 26th, 2009
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Anjali Pease

My Dear Anjali, we were so close - why you didn't reach out to me at your time of death, I'll never know. My fear is you did and I missed it somehow due to my hectic schedule of a doc program and If I did miss all the signs/ symptoms, I truly am sorry. I miss you so... I think of you often and talk to you. I hope you are in a much better place now and not suffering anymore. I have tears as I write this about you because we were so close and at doc school they tried to bring up all our email correspondence to use against me somehow...I know if you had been around you would have never let SERC be so abusive to me. I miss your smile, your infectious laugh and brilliant humor. I miss your dear friendship and all our times together. You had so much to offer. I hope to see you when it is my turn to go to heaven. I love you now and I love you forever...there is no goodbye, Anjj, only love. Your Friend forever, Millie


Posted by Millie on March 30th, 2009
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Jimmers

Dear Jim, you were the best big brother to me. I looked up to you in so many ways. I know you were always hurting, hun. I know. You were so intelligent and always had wonderful, positive energy and I miss your laughter and smile and brilliance in the world. I have a photo from the last time we saw each other. I wish you had loved yourself and could have seen how others truly saw you and loved you. I know you are in a better place my "jimmers , my bro". I hope you come to greet me when it's my turn to go. I love you know and always, no goodbyes, only love. Your lil sis, Millie


Posted by Millie on March 30th, 2009
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Steven

Sorry. I miss you, you didn't deserve to die so young, the image of your last smile is forever tattoed in my mind. 1985-1990


Posted by S. on April 25th, 2008
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Jill D.Kline

Jill, Jill, Jill, why hun? I'll never really comprehend the fact that you called me just before you took your life and we just had be arguing and you and I both were still upset w/ each other - I didn't know that I was the last call you made before you killed yourself at Michaels. I didnt know you called to say "goodbye forever" ... I was in the hospital when you called me and I thought we could make all amends over breakfast the next morning. You were just down the street from me and shortly after we'd hung up the phone I heard the PFD and All the Sirens go down my street to Michaels.

You came from one of the most prominent families around and had so much to offer this planet/ world. We were young then but I must say - no matter how difficult things were between us at times, my friendship and love for you never ended as it remains intact to this very day. The music you turned me onto still reminds me of you. And all the times we shared and all we did together remain crystal clear to this day in my mind. You showed me a brilliant way of life that obviously wasn't as free and without care as you made it seem.

I pray you know how much you meant to me and I still have the cd's you gave me. You were so smart, fun, intelligent and seemingly carefree - always trying to bust balls w/ your tf$ - that was hilarious. You were generous as well. It's been all this time and you are still in the forefront of my mind, obviously, to this day. God Bless you, Jill and I just know you are at peace now and I hope to see you when it is my turn in heaven. Again, there is no goodbyes, only love. Your friend forever, Millie


Posted by Millie on March 30th, 2009
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Sandy

Dear Sweet Sandy, You took me into your home when I had no place to go and assimilated me into all aspects of your family, for that I will always be truly grateful, appreciative and thankful. I remember all our fun times together going down to SD, camping, all the holidays, you even saved MY life that one night at Dr H's. You always believed in me...honey, why did you just give up on yourself? I'm sorry if I wasn't there enough for you - if you even wanted me around then. I regret with all my heart not being able to attend your services, for that I will always regret. I love you, Sandy-mom, no goodbyes, only love, Your xtra kid, Millie


Posted by Millie on March 30th, 2009
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My Sister, Mary Margaret Weaver

My dear sweet Mary, you never had a chance at life. You went "missing" when you were only 14 Y/O and I was 10 y/o. How I wish you knew how much I wish I could have protected you, told the authorities, stood up for you, and all I wish I had done for you and how much I love you and feel for everything I saw you endure and for all I never did see but I know of. I am so sorry I didn't / couldn't do more for you out of my own fear of my own death. I pray you don't hate me or think of me as a coward. I pray for you and think of you often and on your Birthday, Nov 4th, every year. I am so sorry...I know you are in heaven now as you are much too beautiful of a person to have been here much anyway. I will always love you. I hope you forgive me for not doing more to help you. I am truly sorry. I Love you and Miss You All The Time. 4Ever your lil sis, Millie


Posted by Millie on March 30th, 2009
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grandmother

You endured mental and physical abuse. Had your baby stolen from you when just 16 and your marriage annulled.Then were locked up in an asylum.We know now you were bipolar mpd.Your suffering ended when you jumped off a bridge when just 36.You tried to raise a family and just coudnt.You had a beautiful smile.Wish we could have met you.Your family will always miss you .


Posted by kailima on May 27th, 2013
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