I was working as a Merchandiser for Gourmet Awards on May 11, 2000 stocking olives, hot sauce, and pickles in a Publix grocery store in Palm Coast, Fla. Standing on a small ladder, I remember to be in constant thought that my little sister of seven years was going to come home. She had just run away. I thought over and over again, “Hard for me to step up and down this ladder and continue working. I should be out searching the streets for Angela.” I wasn’t getting too much stock on the shelves, but I didn’t break anything though. As I stepped down the small step-stool to get some more product, I saw the manager of Publix and a police officer walking down the aisle. I only thought and believed “Angela was found, she’s home and she’s in a little bit of trouble, but that’s ok.”
I was requested to come to the office of Publix. There I saw my father standing so quiet but yet so loud. Then I was told that the sheriff’s office had found her truck and her body. At that point I had gone deaf to their unreal, tragic, and disheartening words, to feeling anything other than they were wrong. (I didn’t voice that to them ). I did hear that they have been looking for another young lady by the name of Aleshia that came up missing in February 2000. That is where I stayed in denial for two years after that… they had found Aleshia and not my little sister “Angela.” Waiting for a blessing of truth and closure is to obtain the knowledge that there is a very delicate time period for the truth to be seen.
In 2000 my father and I were picking out a beautiful coffin for her body. We wanted to make sure it was fitting for her beauty. It was an off-white with a gold rim around the whole thing. The room this coffin was sitting in felt protected, safe, and peaceful. Then my dad says “She’s in the coffin Dawn.” I remember thinking “good let’s just take her home.” My response to my father was, “how do you know, you weren’t allowed to identify her body”? He gave me that “Dawn I’m so sorry” look with a frown and tears in his eyes. The pre-trials seemed like they would never end. In 2001, the medical examiner died in a plane crash. In 2002 The Killer, Ralph Faba, fired his Attorney. Then in 2003, Faba continued being silent in court, so the Judge would schedule another one. In 2004, 2005, and then 2006 Aleshia Aekins body was found. This discovery rushed Fabas prison sentence to Life in Prison.
But he still plead the 5th with Angela. In 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, and 2012: over and over again, year after year my father and mother would beg for the truth and “the evidence” and they were always told by the sheriff In a blatant manner “Go home, case closed. Remember Angela how you last saw her.” I have to say, yes I see where they are coming from. Why in this world would anybody want to know the truth especially the victims own family? It is tremendously difficult, but what about closure? What about the grief process and how you can’t start that healthy until you have the ending and the truth of circumstance.
Through all these years I have divorced three times and was blessed to have four beautiful children. I have been in the Airforce, LPN school, and lived in a Domestic Shelter. Being a religious individual I believe wholeheartedly that Jesus has carried me through all this. Because the 23 year old woman that I was in 2000 when I ran up to her coffin being lowered into the ground and followed it down with my physical body and layed on the ground as it went deeper has changed. Currently, I am a 36 year old woman who has been blessed enough to see all the miracles Jesus has wanted me to see about Angela being happy, and believing full well in “Heaven.” I know Angela visits me when she wants or when I’m sad. I have the ability today to be of strength for my mother, to sit in peace, and be the believing one holding her hand when the evidence and truth surface.
Thesis: Waiting for a blessing of truth and closure is to obtain the knowledge that there is a very delicate time period for the truth to be seen.