It has been one year this weekend, friends.
One year has passed since My Laura and I laid eyes on each other after a thirty-five-year separation. A separation over which we had no choice.
One year has passed since I stood on the train station platform with my heart beating like crazy waiting for her to step off the car so I could hug her again.
One year has passed since she and I curled up in front of a roaring fire with tea and warm blankets and finally found all of those missing pieces to the puzzles of our lives.
One year has passed since we sported our white “Invincible” coats and stood camera ready for My Michael to capture a moment we would never forget.
One year has passed since we ventured to Carlisle to find his grave.
One year has passed since I hurled behind a dumpster.
One year since we met Officer Paul Smith, our hero.
One year since we learned that there was, at least, one other little girl he abused.
One year has passed since we held her momma and cried together.
And from that one year that has passed to this very moment
THOUSANDS have said, “ME TOO!”
We founded Say It, Survivor.
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAVE BEEN INSTRUMENTAL IN HELPING US AND OTHERS.
Officer Paul Smith
The beautiful girl’s Momma
My Dearest Clare, who has been my closest pal since age 14 who knew my secret from the start
Friends, family and everybody has read Marymorphosis, shared, offered kindness and love