I am asking for help, my daughter has been missing for
4 years, I need help raising money to have several graves
exhumed. There is a possibility that Becky may have been
buried either in one of the coffins or under the
vault of a grave. I have already spent thousands of dollars
exhuming other graves and I am running out of financial
resources. I need more then life itself to find her. Becky
deserves to be brought home. The police have done the paperwork
for exhuming the graves but because Becky’s disappearance
was not in their budget, I have to pay for it. I need help.
I need Donations to get these graves exhumed. I don’t
know where else to go.
started a Non-Profit Organization called Broken
This will be a resource and a source of support for other
families of missing adults and battered women. I am only
one voice but I pray that someone will hear it and help
did this happen? One day I wake up and my daughter was
my daughter Becky going down a road that I knew could eventually
kill her if she didn’t get out. I kept begging her
to leave her boyfriend. I couldn’t understand the
pain she let him inflict on her. She was so smart and beautiful.
She could have had anyone she wanted. Why did she stay
with him? Why didn’t she listen to us? Why did she
distance herself from the people who really loved her?
I was so very angry at her for her continued devotion to
Carl, the man that would eventually kill her and get rid
of her remains.
realizing that my Becky went missing:
the first 22 years of her life were going to be the only
memories that I would ever have of her. I lost Becky. My Becky.
God I loved her so much. I will never be able to tell you
how much I miss her. I hope no-one will ever have to walk
in my shoes. For those of you, my Sisters and brothers
in search, you understand so well my pain. We share it
and understand each other like no one else could ever understand
us. When we have our breakdowns and periods of crying,
you understand, and wait for the moment to pass.
had my share of sad days and nights. You know when you
get up in the morning and you see something that reminds
you of that very special person that you’ve lost.
It could be a commercial, a picture, or a song. Reminders
are there all the time. Sometimes they are more prevalent
than other times. I think to myself, how will Life ever
be normal again? Then, I realize this is my life, and it
has been changed forever.
have spent three and a half years in pain and helplessness
because of my loss. I have been forced to ask myself questions
like: Where is my daughter? Is she dead or alive? If she
is indeed dead, why was she murdered? Did she suffer or
did God help her go quickly? What were her last thoughts?
Did she beg for mercy? What gave him the right to take
her life? These are the moments of wonderment I now have.
How could this happen to my Becky? How could the police
treat this as just another ordinary crime? How can I overcome
this with some dignity intact? What can I do to make a
that what I can do to make a difference is to save another
family’s daughter. To help the men who abuse to understand
that not only do they hurt or kill the very person they
loved but they also took a mother, sister, friend, and
a precious life that they did not have any right to take.
if I roll over and do nothing I will never find my daughter’s
remains. I will never truly get to say good-by and I love
you. I try to believe in God and I think maybe everything
does happen for a reason; maybe God’s plan is greater
then mine. I don’t know, but I do know that I can’t
let Becky’s life be for naught. I can’t leave
her remains out there in the cold, loveless spot he dumped
her in. It is up to me as her mother to make the difference,
and find her. I have to get the strength and courage to
go full circle with this.
is to make people hear my story, and the stories of all
the women and men who have gone missing. This is a very
hard road to cross, as most government officials don’t
want to get involved. Most
to talk about “pretty” topics during election
year. Domestic Violence, Murder, and our missing children,
seem to be way too messy for them. I can tell you all that
I am going to stay committed to getting this Broken Wing’s
Network going and it needs to be done with urgency. Everyday
another woman is battered by her spouse or boyfriend. If
she’s lucky she will get away, if not she will end
up like our daughter, murdered and dumped somewhere. These
beautiful souls are lost forever, and it’s heartbreaking.
It is up to us: the parents, the brothers and sisters,
the family and friends, and the public to help put an end
to this type of violence. I have to fight this battle because
I need and deserve closure.
has changed. I know that there has to be something I can
do to make a difference. I have a mission to help
bring justice to all the families that have suffered through
the same pain that I have. I look at all my Sisters
in Search and I think there are no boundaries here.
This is not a crime for a special group of people. This
is a crime that crosses every boundary line: race, religion,
and economic class do not
protect you from
being a victim of violence. I need to find the people
who will listen and I need to make them hear the voices
of our lost ones. I need to find the answers and start
educating our children, daughters and sons alike, about
our legal system. I need to stay focused on what my objectives
are. I want to put an end to the terrible losses that will
most certainly affect another innocent family today, tomorrow
and in the future.
As a parent
I feel so much pain on a daily basis. I’ve had cops
say, “You need to talk to someone”, I’ve
had cops say, “Don’t talk to anyone, you might
foil the case”. As a parent what do I do? Do I call
the Crisis Intervention at the DA’s office and talk
about my pain? Will he use my pain to work against me later
on? Do I seek help out of the jurisdiction of the
DA and Police? Will that help? Do I find a support group
where I can talk openly and honestly? Who can I trust? Is
it wrong to want to blame the cops for my fear of screwing
up the case so I go nowhere with my pain except the occasional
frustrated call to the cop in charge of Becky’s case?
She must think I’m a total emotional wreck. Then
I remember I am the victim, or am I? Do I feel like I’m
a victim but really, I’m not? Who is the victim
here? Is Becky the victim? Does her pain and death institute
the type of justice I’m seeking? Do I, as the parent
of an adult victim, have any real rights? What is the answer? Do
any of us really know? I ask these questions daily of myself.
I’m only one person, yet I feel that I must do something. I
need to make a difference for Becky and for all of our
to make things right. I need to make all the men that have
hurt our daughters, mothers, and sisters think twice before
they do it again. I need every voice possible to help me
make this happen. It is only a question? Is it the right
question? I don’t know any more. All I know is that
my Becky is gone! Deb Culberson’s daughter Carrie
is gone, Patti and Ed Bishop’s daughter Karen Jo
is gone, Margie Mortior’s, son Amos is missing, Dawn
and Tom Vowell’s mother Sandra Kay Travis is missing,
All these families wonder daily where are their loved ones’ bodies.
Are they in a cold shallow grave, or are they dumped in
a dumpster and taken to a landfill to be dumped with the
trash that will be buried? This is such a small list
and yet it grows daily. These are the families that need
to know the truth, these are the people who wake up every
day thinking, “How has my life changed?”
will never be the same. The pain will never go away.
my life has a mission. Four years ago I had could sleep
at night. Four years ago I had a great job. Four years
ago I was the mother of five beautiful people. Four years
ago my life was normal.
I look at every ditch and railroad track as a possible
place to hide my daughter’s remains. Today when I
hear a news story about an unidentified female body discovered
somewhere, I call the local Medical Examiner to see if
they know who it is, and should I send Becky’s DNA
or Dental Records? Today I drive into the darkest streets
in Milwaukee to
hang Posters on telephone poles. I knock on doors and ask
strangers if they knew my daughter. Today I go to my computer
and start the search all over. Today, I cry.
life has changed forever as I continue to search for my
daughter. I need answers to my questions. I need to know
what happened to her. I need to know that the person responsible
for her disappearance and murder is held accountable. I
need to have a good night sleep. I need your prayers. I
need your support.
that murdered my daughter and hid her remains committed
suicide on October
When he killed himself he took his secrets with him to
the grave. Now it is twice as hard to find the answers.
Even offering money and amnesty to his friends and family
members, they still refuse to tell me her location.
is no greater loss then the loss of a child. I felt sorrow
and empathy for the Rodgers family and for Anita and Jeff
Stemper. Yet, I live with the fact that they got to bury
their son. They got to say goodbye, they got the answers
they needed and laid him to rest. I still wait for all
of that. They have no empathy for me, or my family. They
only have blame. They blame me for his death, how very
sad. Carl took his own life so he could still have control
over Becky; he knew he was on his way to prison. He knew
that the gun charge would seal his fate. He knew
that during the upcoming trial for the rape and beating
of his girlfriend, he would be forced to deal with the
issue of Becky.
to his girlfriend (the victim) every time I hung the flyers
he would beat her because she would refuse to go out and
take them down. With his suicide he told the world that
yes, indeed he was still in control. He said in an audio
recording made by him before his death that he never hit
a woman, that he never beat or raped his former girlfriend,
and that he did not kill anyone.
behind two children a young boy Carl III who is 10 years
old and a daughter Angel who is now 18 years old. These
poor children are also his victims. They have had to live
with questions that they never got answers too. Did their
father kill Becky? Did their father rape and beat his girlfriend?
These children have seen his violence and I pray that they
have an opportunity to stop the cycle of abuse in their
families. These children will never know the truth.
is how a mother feels when her life changes forever!
represents the thoughts and pain of Karren Kraemer. This
is only one story. I could tell you of my friend, Lorraine
Lucas, mother of Brian Lucas,
who was shot dead in a Motorsport Store. His life was taken
execution style along with 3 other co-workers. This crime
happened 4 years ago in the early afternoon and yet it
has not been solved. The one thing we know is that robbery
was not a motive.
tell you of Deb Culberson. Deb had a beautiful daughter,
Carrie Culberson, who disappeared 10 years ago. Deb was
able to get a conviction for 95 years without the possibility
of parole. The man who murdered her daughter, Vince Dorn,
is in prison and refuses to tell anyone where her remains
are. This is such an awful situation for Deb.
case, Carl Rodgers, the man I believe killed my Becky,
committed suicide. He took the secret of what happened
to Becky to the grave with him. This is just another form
the Mothers in pain, and sadly, we are far from alone.
I visit local men and women’s prisons and women’s
groups, telling Becky’s story. It is so very important
that someone takes the time to go out in public and make
a difference. If I save even one person from suffering
the way my Becky did, then all my efforts have paid off.
Today I start my new Broken Wings Network with these other
families of the missing and today, I ask for help to get
is gone, but she has never for one single moment been forgotten.
and thanks for taking the time to read this.