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Greenville Rally Stop

Coming into the small town of where Sarah Kinslow disappeared from was sad, such a small town so I know what that means, small resources. Her family has endured so much, recently her father was hospitalized and under went a major heart operation..but that did not stop their rally stop. You see many will never understand how families cannot let go and in my opinion they never should be told too. Her mom, Louise will be her voice until a resolution is brought forth, one way or another. We spent time talking something most do not do anymore in these times...on the front porch of Sarah's house, reminded me of being at my grandmothers home, just a simple wood framed home, swings on the porch, kids laughter, makes me wonder why such a good family has to go through over ten years of the unknown. They make their calls and offer An understanding concern when they are told nothing new in your case, when is it enough, I think to myself, deep down I feel most families are just to nice...as an advocate you must be respectable however the fight for victims to be heard is vital to each investigation, at all cost. Your love one is missing, then fight to win...I leave knowing I will have to teach them that tool for their case.
Monica

Mineral Wells Texas

Krishonda Townsend disappeared July 4, 2010. She was 19 years old and left behind a young son. The candlelight vigil held by her family was at a pavilion in a park. Entering the area we were welcomed by a large Road Tour banner, and a band playing Christian Rock music. The crowd was large, full of extended family, friends and many children. Not one speaker survived their speech without breaking down into tears,including the Pastor from her church. We listened to many wonderful stories about this young woman who has seemingly vanished just short of her twentieth birthday. Her mother spoke of her courage after being burned in a fire. In the hospital whenever she had to go through a debriding she would quietly sing Jesus Loves Me to herself and it would help to ease the pain. Her mother then asked us all to join her in the song in the hopes that it would reach Krishonda....or Shonda, as her family calls her. The candles were lit and handed out. They were also placed all around her photographs illuminating them in the darkness with a starry glow.I found myself watching her son, he must of been about 3 years of age..what could he possibly remember about a mother who has been gone fifteen months now? I am sure he hears her name every day, I'm sure he knows who she is, but...does he have any real memories? Of his own..or only those created by the stories that he has been told....
Elisa

Road Tour Rookie

As we go from stop to stop on The National Road Tour, you have cases that for me have stood out more than others, not that any case is less important. I've had 2 of these, the first being on Saturday nite. Tabitha Franklin, missing 2 years, mother of 3 inspiring children. So much love for their mom, everything they did that nite from singing, to reading a letter to mom, to running around with friends, I could see the love. As I watched the 3 of them standing together my imagination got the best of me. I could see them standing at a picture window waiting on mom to come to pick them up for a visit. I can hear Dawson saying mom will be here in 15 minutes, to Hannah. Saying mom's late, to Gavin patiently waiting saying she'll be here. I can see them not moving from this window, talking between themselves, where is she, is she coming, did she forget. I still can see them standing there after 2 years, watching for mom to pull up but now they're not smiling, they're crying tears for their missing mom, tears of why and tears of not understanding. How you wish you could take the tears and pain away now, but as we all know it takes the public's tips, the searching and that one person who knows what happened and where she is to come forward....

Then our first stop on Sunday in Greenville Texas for Sarah Kinslow, missing for 10 years, gone, vanished at the age of 14. I have an overwhelming feeling as we pull onto the street Sarah grew up on, balloons, banner, pictures, and I can't get this feeling to settle. I see her mother, and it's like I'm drawn to her, needing to hear every word she speaks, from this is my daughter Rebecca, to telling her granddaughter Harmony not to run in and out of the house. There's a presence there, almost as saying to me she's here, Sarah. I snap a picture during prayer of Sarah's mom, sister, and the niece she is yet to meet, I see the hurt of the not knowing in their faces, the look of help me please. As the yellow and purple balloons are released, I finally feel a sense of relief, not knowing why until someone points out a purple balloon stuck in a tree, could it be the balloon represented that Sarah is there....
Angie

Greenville Texas

We awoke Sunday morning in Memphis Tennessee at dawn. It was a quiet drive through 3 or 4 states into Texas. We were tired, but also individually lost in thought. I think some of the rallies were beginning to take a toll on us...
Our first stop was at the home of the family of Sarah Kinslow who disappeared on May 21, 2001. A cold case in desperate need of renewed attention. She was 14 years old when she went missing. A DVD sat in the middle of a table playing images of her and her information, it was surrounded by photographs of her childhood and all the newspaper clippings of her story. Age progression pictures showed what she may look like now, what her family hopes she looks like now...
I immediately noticed that she was born in the same year as Mathew. She should be 25, Mathew's birthday is fast approaching....Mathew is forever gone...Sarah has been gone for 10 years, but...is she gone forever?.....
Elisa

Cullman Rally Stop

We left the mountains of tennesse heading into our stop for Tabitha Franklin in Alabama which experiencing another time change issue which we mis-calculated..we were late, I think in the eight years that may have happened just a few times, we were trying to get there as fast as we could. Driving in a large park with a lot of water and a peaceful setting that welcomes families from the area, it was nice. We were greeted before we could get out of the vehicle by several, with huges and well wishes, all ready to forgive our tardiness. See we really hoped the press would turn out to tell her story in a big and reach further out to someone who may know something more. Their were tons of supporters, children of all ages, a stage that many spoke from and sang from, beautiful balloons and every place you looked was a picture of Tabitha, they did an awesome job putting together her stop with fine tuning of every detail. Sadly all the press were on bigger things to report such as a nearby ball game, whatever, they all had excuses, I felt so horrible for this family, her children who beg for every little story that may list their mom; no they will cover maybe a search...we all know why, that would be in hopes something or someone is found then they got a story, but not a missing woman, her life, and all those who ache for her. It is not the fault of the press but those who tune in, people create ratings and sadly the missing sometime do not stack up on ratings and therefore are not covered. I sit amazed all the time in one case that will get hundreds of hours but then hundreds never heard of, hence why the tour travels each year to get the word out. You see I know the cries of these families left behind and see the suffering behind the scenes, they lay in wait for someone to help them, someone to tell their story.
Monica

Cullman, Alabama

Tabitha Franklin was 28 years old when she disappeared August 13, 2009. The rally stop we attended for her last night was held at a pavilion in a park. It was a large group of extended family and friends that included many children. Moving speeches about both Tabitha and her being missing were given by her sister, a State Senator, law enforcement and Monica. Tabatha's daughter performed a song (after a little coaxing from the audience) in a clear and meaningful voice, which was followed by both of her brothers reading letters written to their mother. They exhibited such courage for 9, 11, and 13 years of age. You could stand back and watch them gathering their strength, their resolve... This was their time to speak out and tell the community how much they loved and missed their mother....they want her back...they need to be heard.
We had been late arriving, something we strive hard to not have occur..we were so sorry and apologetic but were greeted with smiles...no problem...just glad you are here..they were so excited to host us and the rally. To be doing something...you could see all the thought and planning that went into this event...this chance to maybe, possibly, reach someone with information on Tabitha.
It was an exceptionally emotional event for all of them and also for us, just heart wrenching. Tabitha...her family calls her Tabby needs to be found. Her family needs answers, her children should not have to growup without knowing what happened to their mother....
Elisa