Today Chelsea King's body was found. Dead.
I cannot tell you how devastated I am about this. No, I did not know her. But for some reason I connected more closely to this case than to any other missing person...even Amber Dubois, a missing teen (who is STILL missing) from Escondido, a town, soooo very close to me.
First of all, Chelsea went to Poway High School. A few miles away from me. Poway High School will be D and A's rival high school when they go to high school. This community, not just San Diego, but MY COMMUNITY, is torn up. Just today I was driving the local streets and the trees were adorned with blue ribbons, for Cheslea. It's RIGHT HERE.
Next, she was attacked (and raped? and killed) while running. In broad daylight. I run. I can't imagine going out for a jog and being attacked like that.
From everything I've read about her, she was a superstar....on the track team, in the band, straight A student, honor roll. A rising star that will never get to shine.
Finally, as a mom, I just cannot imagine what her parents must feel. Two months ago, my cousins' beautiful 16 year old daughter was killed in a car accident. Just imagining the anguish of these parents...it's unfathomable. My children are the loves of my life. Not that I don't love my husband...I do. Very much. He is my soul mate and if something happened to him it would be absolutely devastating to me. But my son and daughter? They are my life. An extension of me. And to have a child killed so senselessly (whether by random car accident or by psycho killer) is something I pray to God I never have to go through.
No, I never knew Chelsea. But I know my children. And for that, I mourn her loss to her family and this community.
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