by Dorretta Hunter

Danice’s day is May 8. Her 24th birthday. It is also her daughter’s birthday. Mothers and daughters by nature always have a special bond, but to share a birthday is a double blessing. But, this baby girl cannot celebrate her birthday with her mother. Why.. because…
Somewhere gone is a mother of two beautiful children
Somewhere gone is the only child of a grieving father
Somewhere gone is the youngest daughter of a heart broken mother
Somewhere gone is the little sister of two hurting big sisters
Somewhere gone is a granddaughter of loving grandparents
Somewhere gone is a niece, cousin, and aunt of many family members
Somewhere gone is a friend of many friends

Her life was taken from all of us before her time. She was too young, she wasn’t sick; she didn’t want to leave her loved ones. She still has no peace. Why.. because..
Somewhere living is a person that took her away
Somewhere living is a person that still has his life
Somewhere living is a person that still has his family
Somewhere living is a family that helped take her away
Somewhere living is officials that are corrupt and helped hide the truth
Somewhere living is a town full of people that know these people and didn’t cry
Out for JUSTICE FOR DANICE

Danice will have her day. These people DID NOT commit the perfect crime. They were seen. They cannot hide. Let’s all remember our beautiful Danice and her children and family in our prayers. She will have peace one day and our family will have closure. Justice will be served on Danice’s Day!

God Bless you all,
Dorretta Hunter
Danice’s aunt

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Twenty four year's old seems so young. It seems like an age when the average young girl has been out of college for a few years and has made the transition to the working world. Yet, it is still an age of exploration. This exploration helps young girls transition into women. Of course, Danice was forced to grow up fast and never really had the chance to find herself or explore much outside of Laramie and Colorado. She had her first child at 16 and then another a few years later. She didn't do much soul searching because she was a mom and there was no time. Of course, my family and I know this did not make her any less of a person, but she was unable to experience many of the things many girls her age do.
Danice had already done a lot of soul searching by the age of 19, when she disappeared. She had lived through a painful addiction and matured far beyond her years. Then again, she was always very mature because she became independent at a young age.
Danice's birthday is May 8th. In the past four and a half years, she could have done many things. She could have gone to college, she could have gotten rid of the bad men in her life, she could have given her kids many more hugs than she ever had a chance to in their short time with her. It is hard to think of what could have been, but as another year passes, those who loved her are forced to face a harsh reality. We probably won't celebrate another birthday with her and that does not get any easier. I wonder if the day will ever come when I will look at her picture and say, "I am at peace." I can sadly say that peace has not come in any form yet. I look at her picture daily and can still get choked up saying her name. The true blessing is, as many of you know, her daughter was born on the very same day.

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