If anyone is reading this, I'm not giving up. I know in my heart and in my head that everything doesn't add up. I have come to the point where I can't live with it anymore. The person I knew as my mother would never have just walked into the Ohio River on one of the coldest days of the year with the foulest weather. She was terrified of water and could not swim. She owned a burial plot for many years and had prearranged funeral plans - she wanted to be buried with her sisters and her brother. She was in pain due to a long history of rheumatoid arthritis and had a knee replacement 18 months or so before this happened. There are a lot of things that don't add up about the investigation and the flow of information between family and the sheriff's department. Missing pieces everywhere. And no one is putting two and two together to make four. Not sure what to do at this point. But I can't just walk away. Too many unanswered questions and a fractured family unfortunately. My mother deserves the benefit of the doubt - no one just disappears off the face of the earth. Someone knows more than they are telling.
