July 2001, My Mom was killed by a horrible serial killer and rapist.
December 2016, I began to write a book about our story, her story, and all the circumstances revolving her death.
January 2017, ID, Investigative Discovery Channel contacted us to tell her story in an upcoming series Shattered.
- My first thought- this can’t be real
- My concern- will they tell her story well
February and March 2017 we filmed.
August 30th our episode will air- two day’s from now!
When I was in Washington I learned more about him, my mom’s case, and other victims. One victim stood out to me and I want to save those details but there was a common denominator between them all.
I can’t change what happened to my Mom but I replay everything that I know and I’m careful not to pause too long during the “what if’s”.
During the flight home, I wasted no time writing and brainstorming… Michael Braae never saw past the genitals or his false sense of power. These women were faceless and nameless in his opinion but she had a name. They all did. But sadly, his victims fit into a certain demographic. They weren’t noticed, more importantly they weren’t noticed missing. Most had zero expectations. Every woman that he killed, raped, or was last seen with had some sort of a relationship except my mom and one other unfortunate victim.
To him, my mom was another lonely, desperate soul not worthy of life. But he was wrong! She was our mom who provided miraculously well. She was an incredible cook, homemaker, and overcomer. She was beautiful and meticulously clean. Despite all the filth in the world, she was determined to clean it up one square inch at a time.
16 years ago she was taken away. I’ll never know what her last thoughts were before her last breath but I know she fought.
Because of that, it’s necessary to help one girl at a time believe she is worthy of life, standards, owning her own moral code. To forgive herself of the past that constantly haunts her and the choices she made that were inevitably a 50/50 % chance to be the wrong one. To believe her frail body or her lumpy body is good and sturdy and a temple.
For our own sake, can we change our minds and decrease our vulnerability?
Don’t misread what I’m writing. I’m not naïve enough to believe every crime is preventable but what if the percentage of sex trafficking, rape, a heartbreak, or murder could decrease by our sense of self-worth, self-respect, and dignity increasing?
Will you join me in watching and sharing her story to begin this awareness of the self-worth and dignity so many women of all ages lack?