Their baby girl is missing. They need her at home where she belongs.
May I assure you that I count myself among the many who detest John and Patsy Ramsey. I've read the Grand Jury's True Bills. I know they allowed their precious child to be found in a HellHole in the basement with a chunk of her skull dislodged. Her neck was garroted, tightly, until she could no longer breathe.
We detest those "beauty pageants" and costumes that PR made sure she looked sexy wearing.
We see her 15th Street home not as glamorous or a sign of wealth but one that had to have its address changed due to noterity.
My own DD played as a pitcher on the otherwise boy's baseball team through the summer of eighth grade. Talk to me about getting dirty stains out of uniforms. And, children wearing dirty, sandy, muddy, messy cleats inside the home.
She played soccer and loved being on a field in the middle of January in a drizzling, freezing rain.
After playing tennis tournaments in the hottest, most humid conditions possible on summer afternoons, then she'd have to prepare for another one that same day. I washed, dried and hung sweaty tennis outfits for four solid years.
My home always had dirt and sand tracked in it bc she loved playing volleyball, too. The washing machine and dryer chores kept me hopping.
Those were glorious days.
I choose to believe Summer was having the best days of her life. She enjoyed swinging from a large limb on a shady tree and playing in the rain.
Oh, she could twirl and sing and splash in water puddles until she found herself quickly distracted in another gay pastime.
Summer joyfully decorated flower pots with colorful figurines bc that's our creative Summer Moon.
So, although a link isn't provided, Summer's a tiny dancer wearing her pink tutu when the hell ever she wants to.