My daughter Katie was murdered on Sept. 19, 2005 at the age of 13. There is not a day that goes by that I don\'t think of her. I miss her smile, I miss her voice and the silly things she would do. It\'s been 14 months since she has been gone and every day I live it over and over, sometimes I feel like I\'m going to explode, I just want to talk about her, but it seems like no one wants to listen. The pain is so deep, I have to wonder if it will ever get easier to handle.
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