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December 9, 2017

On December 9th 2017 my life changed forever. In an effort to manage the turmoil during my bereavement, I've decided to blog my thoughts and feelings. I find myself obsessively thinking  about random things and I think it will help to process this grief, sadness, anger and all the other emotions and thoughts I am dealing with. I apologize ahead of time if I ramble or repeat.

I posted that picture of Abby earlier that day. I wanted to show her off to everyone. She was becoming a very lovely girl and I was moved to share her beauty with the world.

Later that afternoon, Abby called me and told me she was going Nadias for one of the kids birthday. She asked if I had 10 bucks and if I wanted to hook up. I wasnt interested and declined.

Sunday December 10th I got up as usual for work and I sent Abby a text letting her know what my day looked like and wanted to know what her day looked like so we can hook up after work. I checked my phone after work and I hadn't heard back from her. As always I was concerned. I checked the tracker that Abby installed on my phone and it showed her location but it appeared that her phone was off. Odd but not unusual  I figured her battery died. I did not check the location of the tracker and had I done that it may have revealed that the phone was at UMC Hospital.

After I got off work I went by and picked up Lucy she was going to come back to the tiny house with me until her mother came to pick her up after her shift around midnight. She and I had a pleasant evening and we went to bed around 8:30pm. Approximately 10:30 Sunday night I received a phone call from an unknown number obviously thinking it was Abigail I immediately answered. The woman on the other side of the phone said she was from Clark County coroner's office and she was calling regarding Abigail Fischl. She asked if I was related to Abigail. She proceeded to tell me that Abigail had been shot the night before and did not survive. She said they couldn't locate me to tell me in person. She said she was sorry and she gave me some information and hung up the phone. Obviously I am in shock and my three year old granddaughter is asleep in the bed next to me. My body wants to scream. I cannot scream I will frighten my granddaughter. She will not understand. I need help. That's all I could say over and over and over. I need help. I locked myself in the bathroom so I wouldn't wake Lucy. I reached out to Nikki but she was still at work. I called Tony he was on a job in Texas. I told him what had happened and he called Ronnie to come over. Shortly after Nikki showed up. When I had told her that her baby sister was dead she screamed like a wounded animal. We had no choice but to go tell Adam. That night the three of us sat quietly in disbelief and pure shock. Abby is dead. She had been shot. Now what?