When I think of the sorrow that date rape drugs have caused I feel overwhelmed. Today, is the day of my daughter’s birth. It should be her birthday but birthdays ended when she died.
I am writing a book about what happened to my daughter the fateful night someone spiked her drink with Ghb. There was a shabby investigation by the homicide detective K. Salis but ultimately those she was with when she fell to her knees and went into a coma, have all gone free. The man my daughter was with at the time, Absract Rude, claims to have known nothing about what happened although they were both in the same room.
One day soon the manuscript I am writing will be finished and hopefully a movie will be made. Sometimes it feels insane to hope that the story I write will one day inspire someone to tell the truth about what happened to our girl. Maybe someone will come forward and tell the truth about how she was poisoned.
The past seems so silent. It does not speak about that fateful night and the hands behind the scene who put Ghb in something she drank that night. All I know is the painful reality of what has been taken from us. The profound emptiness. We have been robbed of an incredibly gifted, beautiful, loving human being and all her hopes and dreams for the future.
She may not live among us but she is larger than life to me. I think she is still among us. I know she has inspired my writing. I empathize with every single woman, teen and child who has been victimized by rape, date rape and date rape drugs, and I breath in all that suffering in honor of my daughter and breath out into the world healing, compassion and love.