An Open Letter to Don Cheatham
I have thought about what you did to my beautiful son, Neal, many days and nights, it has consumed me, saddened me, and drained me emotionally. I cannot understand how one human being can harm another. I have looked in to the your life to try to understand what kind of man you are and what brought you to this moment on March 26th , the series of events that led to Neals disappearance, which changed our lives forever. You did not think Neal mattered, that he would not be missed. You are so very wrong, Neal was the glue in our family, he wanted us all together, and he protected what he loved. Neal was a wonderful, loving son to both his parents. He is dearly loved by all his family, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends and we all miss him terribly. This has left a huge void in our lives. We are all trying to cope with surviving without Neals beautiful smile and love and laughter. How would you feel if this happened to one of your sons, if someone did what you did to my son? How would you feel knowing your son was severely beaten and thrown out somewhere to die, cold, alone, and in pain? It would haunt you your whole life.
Your history is that of physical and mental abuse and violence. You have physically and emotionally abused your wife and children for many years. How much pain have you inflicted in your 40 years of life? Why are you here? Do you ever think about the family and friends of those you harmed? NO? For every PAIN you have caused, that pain has reverberated to everyone connected to that person. You have not hurt one person, you have hurt many, many people and you have caused a river of tears to flow though one selfish act.
To what end, Donald Cheatham? What do you gain by living in this way? You may be brought to justice someday or you may not. I am writing this letter in hopes that you will cease hurting human beings. I pray that something inside of you will realize that this wrong thinking was created a long time ago; this anger at the world does not serve you or humanity. Each day we can choose to do something different, you can choose to do no harm. I am asking you, as the mother of my son, DO NO MORE HARM.
I MISS MY SON HUGGING ME AND SAYING MAMA, I LOVE YOU. I MISS NEALS VOICE AND LAUGHTER; I MISS HIM CARING WHAT HAPPENS TO ME. I MISS HIS GOLDEN HEART.
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