Friends, I Need Someone’s Help

Friends, I need your help. I have been very reluctant to post anything or much about this at all. It is very hard for me to talk about, think about and deal with. I thought I had come to some closure on this subject, but something is bothering me and I need someone’s help.

If you know who was with Jess Sr. on his last night, please message me and let me know. If you know who ended up with his wallet and cell phone, PLEASE message me and let me know. Please DO NOT post it on social media for everyone to see. It’s really no one else’s business. I know some things, but more random “facts” keep coming up leaving all kinds of holes everywhere. The story has gotten so long, with so many holes, I’d rather not know anything, but you can’t Un-Know something, so here I sit.

I have heard rumors, hearsay on who may have been with Jess. I am pretty sure I know a couple of the people who were there. If those people would please tell me the truth, I would greatly appreciate it.

The police did not have Jess’s phone. The coroner did not have Jess’s phone. The place he was last said they did not have his phone. The funeral home was never given his phone. Yet it still has not turned up.

My mother and I went to the junkyard. We went through his car. I didn’t want to go see it, but I was looking for his phone and wallet. My mom went to go get some information out of the car before I was allowed to go through it. She had to have a guy come pry the top of the car from the bottom in order to get into it. We emptied that car. No phone or wallet. We cut ourselves on shattered glass sifting through things. We acted as superwomen moving things that were jammed against other parts of the car to find every last thing. It was heartbreaking. And as bad as you can imagine…It was worse.

I was never mad at the people who were with him. I hope y’all had a great time and he enjoyed his last night. I am still not mad that you were there that night. I am hurt that I have been lied to about it. I am hurt that you haven’t come to me to talk. I cannot imagine what you might be going through just as you cannot imagine what I have gone through and go through every day. We could talk. I would love to hear stories from that night and we could help one another heal Together.

Knowing someone out there knows more and not knowing how to get that information is one of the worst things. I could probably be alright without ever finding out, but I have 3 young boys who ask questions. I would like to be able to tell them everything I could ever find out and they deserve to know.

I think his phone would be helpful to have. And his wallet would be nice to have for my boys.

I know there are people out there with answers that I do not have.

I’d like those answers.

MAKE GOOD CHOICES.

~Love & Light, Sarah