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Subject SANDY HOOK: Parker Family Leaving CT for Robbie's "new job"

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Another equally bullshit story from this broad's blog...

[i]"On December 14th, 2012 I went up (as usual) to the bus stop with my three beautiful little girls in the back of our van.  I remember vividly pulling up to the corner of the road and being welcomed to the normal handful of neighbor kids running and playing around.  Living on a dead end road limits the amount of traffic coming around, so our kids were in the habit of playing tag with each other while waiting for the bus.  That was our routine, kids play tag, parents chat, bus pulls up, kisses and hugs goodbye and finally, once kids were on the bus, we all waved a final goodbye as they drove off to school.

I remember when the bus pulled up and Emilie came sprinting back to me and plowed a big bear hug right into my legs.  I reached down and gave her a squeeze and we both said that we loved each other.  As she ran off toward the bus, I could hear Madeline crying behind me.  I turned to see her stuck on a small (but steep) hillside off the road.   I had told her a million times that she was not allowed to go up there and I was not happy with her choice.  Irritated that I might miss waving goodbye to Emilie, I ran towards her.  With one scoop I picked her up off the hill and ran back just as the bus began to move forward. I saw all the neighborhood kids turn and wave good bye.  All except for one….Emilie.  I saw the back of her head as she sat down in her seat and it appeared she was excitedly talking to someone.  So, for the first time, I didn’t see her wave goodbye.  I didn’t know why at the time it hit me, but I felt so disappointed.  I remember reassuring myself and saying, “It’s okay, it is only this once.  There will be other mornings.” "[/i]

http://theparkerfive.wordpress.com/2013/12/23/the-last-goodbye/
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You have a really strong stomach to keep reading this bullshit, OP :)
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Original Message "Robbie recently accepted a job that requires a big move for our family. This was not an easy decision. We hadn’t been looking for a job and this one really was just perfect for us in every way. But as perfect as the job truly was, it came with a lot of tough decisions and steps that frankly scared me to death. Are we ready to leave the other families? Can we leave this house? Can we leave these memories? Can we say goodbye to her room?"

[link to theparkerfive.wordpress.com]

So this mother personally paints over the artwork that had been done by her 6 year old daughter just weeks before she was brutally murdered, so that they could sell the house? What the hell?

I'm a dad of a 3 year old girl, and I'd be damned if I wasn't cutting out that drywall and saving that precious artifact forever. Painting over it just one year after she was "murdered"? Yeah, right.

Also...

"I have control issues. I couldn’t control the choices of someone else that ultimately led to my daughter’s death. I couldn’t control the media coverage or what was being said about the case, right or wrong. I couldn’t control the fundraising frenzy that took place around us from large organizations that I thought we could trust, that used Emilie’s face to raise money for their own benefit. I also had no control over graphic images of my daughter’s body and who had the right to see, post or print those pictures however they wanted. So, moving meant selling our house. Selling our house meant people are allowed to come into our house. Emilie’s room was intimate and personal to me and to allow anyone to come into her room and see that… well, emotionally I had issues with it. I needed the ability to control that privacy I desperately needed. So Robbie and I decided to pack her room up and paint over her flowers."

What the hell is she talking about? "Graphic images" of her daughter's body? Do those exist?

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