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MATS Week 2: Home Decor

This week was tough for me. I started out not feeling very well. All I wanted to do was sleep. My allergies were flaring up and I wanted to claw my eyeballs. Ahh, spring. However, not feeling well wasn’t all that bad because when I saw that our mini assignment for Make Art That Sells Week 2 was to draw succulents I was excited. That was until I started drawing them.

I felt like everything I was drawing was too literal and boring. I kept at it though and I found I was drawn (ha no pun there) to seeing the succulents in containers. After all, isn’t that how most people plant them, in jars and cups and things? Here are my sketches.


As with last week, I discovered I really truly enjoy drawing icons. It’s the placement on patterns and objects that I struggle with. But, this class gives us the opportunity to practice. I need lots more practice. I look at how others envision their space and placement of icons, and I’m blown away. Self-doubt will kill me, but press forward!

I brought my ideas into Illustrator, as I typically do. I love the flat icon/graphic design style. It really is me. I think that next week I’ll work on adding some texture to them though. I also have not truly mastered how to scan in and create vector options of my drawings so I just rough them out and then use the pen tool and other shapes in Illustrator to draw over my sketches.


I began working on an all over pattern first. Once I did that I created two simple plates to coordinate. I wasn’t connecting with this assignment. I think that the circle of the plate was throwing me off. So, as my mom said, “just finish it and be done. Don’t think about it anymore.”


After I decided to play with the colors a bit and I asked for some feedback from friends. The majority felt the middle color story was best.



And, here is the final that I presented for potential review. Lilla Rogers picks some of the submissions and reviews them for us the following week. It’s a crap shoot if yours is chosen, but I’d really love to hear her take on my style. I look at these and I like them, I just know that I could do so much more to make them better.


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MATS Week 1: Bolt Fabric Design

Here is my week 1 review of the Make Art that Sells course by Lilla Rogers Studio.

One of the things that I discovered this week is that I truly am drawn to clean open spaces when it comes to design. I thoroughly enjoy drawing icons, but the placement of them in a pattern is definitely difficult for me. I see the creativity in many pattern designers and am in awe at their ability to do this. I know that it’s okay because my style is evolving, and maybe my style truly is that clean and open feel.

The fact that I work four days a week and am unable to really start on anything until the weekend is a tough hurdle. This week, I followed through with making sure I completed the mini assignments which were to draw fruit and pyrex dishes. So, Monday I drew the fruit and Tuesday I drew the pyrex dishes. I didn’t take it any further than just simply sketching them out with pencil in my sketch book. Very raw, trying to see what came out of me naturally.


Our main assignment was to create a bolt fabric collection based on what we had done in our mini assignment with the theme of vintage kitchen. Friday I’m off work, but still have my own business to run. The day was spent at the gym, paying bills, following through with some client projects and then managing Two Pear Designs. I didn’t even bother with starting the final project until Saturday. That left me with less than two days to complete it if I wanted to submit before the deadline and have Lilla review it. I never got dressed yesterday. I sat at my computer and plugged away until nearly 6 p.m. before I ate dinner and called it a night.

I told myself I would sleep on what I had. Ideally it would have been nice to complete my icons in Illustrator one day, play with patterns the next, and finally use Saturday to fine tune until I was happy. But, being that I’m a procrastinator by nature I’m wondering to myself if I would have done that. I was in bed by 9:30 p.m. Saturday and woke up second-guessing what I had finished. Luckily I had a few hours on Sunday to see what else I could do.

What I learned from this assignment is that I still need a lot of hours of study when it comes to patterns. My dreams would be complete if I could just draw icons and hand them off to someone who has the talent to do the rest. I am very tough on myself. I want to do my best for me. I need to be okay with staying true to myself and what my style is. Our world is filled with millions of creative people. Not every company is going to be pulled to each style. I need to enjoy the journey I’m on and continue to see where it takes me!

My final submission:

Make Art That Sells Bolt Fabric by Holly McCaig

And, for fun, I turned a few of my icons I designed into a clipart sell that you can buy at Etsy or Creative Market.


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Make Art That Sells

classes-makeartthatsells-logoEarlier in the year I signed up to take Lilla Rogers’ e-course, Make Art That Sells. I had been following her work for a few months as well as a few other artists that have been taking it. It intrigued me. I purchased Lilla’s book last fall and thought it was important to invest in my career a little more.

I had heard from many artists that this course taught them about other specialties of the industry that they didn’t know they would fall in love with. Of course, I knew that I’d be signing up in January and would have to wait until April to start. Well, March 31st to be exact. Little did I know then that I’d be working full time again and trying to juggle that while continuing to run Two Pear Designs.

I’ve been intimidated by how I am going to handle doing everything I am currently doing along with completing my weekly assignments. This part lasts five weeks. Another part will be in the fall for another five weeks). Then, I started seeing all of the beautiful websites from other participants in our closed Facebook Group and I started to feel even more intimidated. The beautiful imaginations these people have…I am in some amazing company here!

So, tomorrow starts week 1: Bolt Fabric Design. Throughout the course we’ll learn about the different industries that also include: Home Decor, Children’s Picture Books, Wall Art and the Gift Market. I wanted to learn more about the Children’s Picture Books for sure, but I’m even more intrigued now about the Bolt Fabric Design. My impression is that participants come out of the course with a nice portfolio and a love for the process.

Lilla Rogers is an illustration agent that runs her agency representing artists all over the world. I’ve seen her artists create and license to Land of Nod, IKEA, Pier One, Crate and Barrel, Pottery Barn, Target, Papyrus, Macy’s, American Girl, Nickelodeon, Disney, and many others. What a great reputation, right?

I hope to share each week what I complete for the assignments – if I can keep up – as they are do each Sunday. Maybe at the end I’ll be able to finally update my website to have a real portfolio for everyone to see.

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It’s Only Been a Month

Wow, where have I been? Talk about a lot of changes in a few weeks time. I never intended to not keep the blog going. It just happens some times.

I do really appreciate all of the sweet comments that were left for me on my last blog post about my sister. It’s always a hard time for our family. No matter how many years pass you never are the same. As I said before it will always be my goal to share the story in hopes that someone else can avoid a similar situation.

Here are a few updates from me!

I am no longer selling my templates for photographers at Millers Professional Imaging. The company had a big update on contracts that I didn’t feel aligned with. I have started adding most of those templates to my Creative Market and Etsy stores. While I tend to sell my clip art better at those two sites, I wanted to see how templates did at them before determining to add them back to my Two Pear Designs store. It’s slow going in those aspects, so I may bring them over to Two Pear Designs in April. However, I just wanted to keep you updated if you didn’t see my templates where you used to! One of my favorites is my referral cards for photographers.

Photographer Referral Card Templates with Gift Card

I started a job! I have noticed a lot of changes in the photographer template realm with regards to social media views declining and an increase in designer stores popping up that have been introducing designs at much lower prices. I’m conflicted with this because I do believe it undervalues designers. We see photographers consistently talking about how important it is to value their work and not be cheap, but photographers tend to gravitate to free or cheap designs. Since I have been designing templates for photographers beginning in 2007, I’ve learned to adapt and adjust. But, I am not doing this as a second income or have support of anyone else. I’m single, and raising three dogs, ya’ll! It was great timing because I was starting to look for a part time job when my sports chiropractor, Dr. Fitzmaurice at ProSports Integrative Therapy was losing his assistant. We talked, it worked out, and now I’m working for him Monday through Thursday full time. I love it so much! It’s nice having some consistent scheduling as well as a paycheck to count on. Meanwhile, I’m adapting to the change and trying to create a new schedule as I continue to design for photographers, create clip art and illustrations, and do side projects that include some photography and graphic design. If you are in the St. Louis area looking for a doctor (who works with elite athletes) and want a mix of doctors that do chiropractic work, myofascial release and so much more, get in touch with me!

So I may be a bit slow with communication and creating new designs, but I’m still here, and I’m still working hard! Carrie Bombria and I are now on our own at Two Pear Designs. We’ve been streamlining things and are coming up with new ideas to make Two Pear Designs better and more what you need. Keep following us on Facebook and Google+ as well as Instagram as we are enlisting some social media assistance from some talented photographers!

And, finally, you can continue to follow me on Facebook, but I’ve created a Google+ account for my personal business where you can be sure to always see what I post! No more letting things slip by on Facebook! This will take some getting to used to but I promise to share there what I post to my Facebook page.

Can’t wait to create for you!

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Remembering my Sister Feb 5, 1979 to Feb 14, 1995

So much time has passed since I last shared the story of my sister. I had thoughtfully written things out on my old blog. I deleted my old website/blog years ago. Everything I ever shared there went away. Over the years I have made new friends and my life has changed significantly. Maybe it is time the new people in my life or someone that happened upon this by chance saw it too.

When I started thinking I wanted to re-write and share this story I battled with myself if I truly wanted to go through the process. I guess after I started Googling my sister, or worse…him, I had to dig more than I used to. It was always my plan that her story would never die with her. I don’t share a lot about my personal life with many people anymore.

And then there is the idea that I’ll start hearing all the things people say when they assume you’re religious to try and comfort you. You know, “I’ll pray for you”, or “she’s an angel up in heaven.” Even worse: “she’s in a better place.” I am an atheist and I believe we have one chance to make a good life. I don’t share her story with you because I want pity. I share this because I don’t want you to face this same tragedy. With social media I see more and more kids doing more grown up things at younger ages. The one thing I always say about my sister’s senseless death was that I can never understand how someone at that age can truly know and understand real love.

Alrighty, now that all that shit is out of the way, I obviously decided to write it and share it. I want to avoid arguments or anything weird based on anything I have written here. I just prefer this to be about her. I loved her so much. I still love her.

I feel lucky to be the oldest sibling in my family. I grew up without a lot. My parents didn’t have much and I learned to entertain myself as the only child for six years. I think this makes me the independent person that I am today. But nothing is as exciting as learning you are going to have a baby sister. So much excitement that my school called my dad to request that I be picked up and taken home because I was too much of a distraction the day my mom went to the hospital to have Amanda.


I finally would have a playmate. I talked her into doing so many things. Even up until her pre-teen years I was convincing her that she let me give her a perm or cut her hair. I loved having this bond we had. But I also hated that we fought. A lot. Sometimes we had outright punching and biting fights. It was ugly. But I loved her.


Looking back now I can see how fortunate I was that we did finally have a roof over our heads with a home of our own. My parents did what they could so we could have some of the trendy things we wanted. I had both parents there. I had a cozy routine and just lived in the moment.


On November 1, 1993, my father lost his battle with pancreatic cancer. What I can remember was how quickly it happened. From the diagnosis until we lost him. I felt cheated because I graduated high school in 1991 and was away at college at this time. I didn’t get all of those extra moments with him when we knew that we had such a little amount of time left with him.


I also missed out on understanding what was beginning to happen with my sister. When your dad is sick you feel so helpless. I am sure my dad felt helpless. It was then that “he” (my sister’s boyfriend) started to make his way into my sister’s life and my family’s life even deeper. I don’t want to use his name because he doesn’t deserve that recognition. He managed to convince my dad that he could help out around the house. He even stayed there. When I think back on this I only regret that I didn’t drop out of school to come home and stop things from progressing.


As you can imagine, losing my dad was hard on us all. My mom would now be a single parent. The one to love and punish at the same time. My dad was typically the one that punished while she was the softer one. I believe now that losing him was especially hard on Amanda. She was also at that age where there were peer pressures and just trying to fit in was hard.

Soon, he would begin telling her how she should dress. Baggy sweatshirts, boys jeans, and not cute or in a way that you would expect most popular teen girls to dress. There began to be so much sneakiness and avoiding being with her family. She ended up getting in trouble with him. Being from a small town we were lucky it didn’t become something legal to battle. But it was time something was done.


I convinced my mom to check into admitting her to behavioral hospital. It was a popular one that plenty of kids I knew had went to when they were troubled. I think about how much we hear about how mental health is such a stigma today still. Imagine in 1995 what that was like.

So, Mandy spent time there just after Christmas of 1994. I can’t remember for how long. A month maybe? I had to go back to school after the holidays. I did get a chance to come home after she was released. What a difference. It’s amazing what therapy will do for someone that needs it. I’m so grateful we had this time with her in this mood. If it were going to be very short amount of time I am glad it was her in a happy mood.


But here’s where things get really dark. Writing this hurts my heart so much. But I know that people get stuck in their bubbles. They see situations like this on t.v., but don’t ever think it could happen to them.

During the time Amanda was in the hospital he tried to get her to leave. He came to her room window and tried to get her to walk out. She told him no because she needed to be there. I worry that if it were in the beginning of her stay there that she would have left. She was 15 years old. This was the beginning of his rage and irrational behavior – that I saw. I am sure he had unstable behavior all along, it’s just that I wasn’t around to experience it.

I went home for Mandy’s birthday. She was turning 16 on February 5th. My mom was able to purchase her a used car. We went out to dinner. I can remember her asking me if I would go riding with her since she only had her learner’s permit. She wanted to drive the car. During this time I witnessed him in all of his stalking glory. He followed us. He tried passing us and running us off the road. I was ready to take him down. I didn’t know that he would later be so violent. I had a big mouth back then. I wanted to beat him senseless. This wasn’t the only time I witnessed him behaving irrational.


Once I went back to school I was worried. I never thought it would come down to what happened. I was worried that he would hurt her though. I got a call either on the 12th or 13th of February, maybe sooner, from my mom that she attempted to file a restraining order on him. Let me explain: she attempted. When you’re from a small town in the south there is a lot of back scratching going on. It’s very difficult for me to understand that, and I’ll never ever live in a place like that again.

Amanda told my mom that he came to her bedroom window (which happened to be on the back porch that stretched across the back of our house.) So, he not only came onto our property, he walked into our enclosed screened back porch to her window. She said he had a gun with him. And, he told a friend of hers that he would kill her because she was dating a black classmate. Basically if he couldn’t have her no one could. Her friend was smart enough to record it on tape being said.


When I think about this today I can only think about how wrong we are when we are teenagers. We think we know everything. You can’t possibly know love that much. You just can’t.

Remember how I said where we lived was a small town? Imagine how helpless you feel as a parent when you go to the sheriff to get a restraining order and are told “well, you know who his parents are, he would just be released if picked up within a few hours. It won’t do any good.” Let me tell you what that means: your parents are in law enforcement. Kids of cops in our town got away with shit way too often. He was no exception.


My sister fought off his “crazy” for a few days. He came to the nail salon where she was and she stood up to him. She continued karate lessons and even told me she knew how to defend herself. That was our Mandy. Tough as nails.

I was a photographer for my college newspaper and on Valentine’s Day my roommate and I went to the basketball game to take pics for the paper. Then, we would go get some beer and snacks and sit at home and watch movies. We were both single and decided a girl’s night would be best. Except we never got to drink our beer or eat our snacks or even watch our movie.

Not long after we got home from the basketball game my roommate’s mom called. We were from the same hometown and our parents were friends. I watched Amy’s face change while talking to her mom. When she hung up she told me we needed to pack some things and drive back home right away. I was confused. The phone rang again and it was another of my mom’s friends telling me to go ahead and pack some things that something had happened to Mandy. My response: “he did something to her didn’t he?”


I never dreamed he would kill her. I felt he would hurt her, but never take her life. You see, he had been watching our house, waiting for his move. Because my sister was behind in school work from being in the hospital she opted to stay home while my grandma took my brother, Jake to karate practice. She wanted to get her work caught up because she would later be meeting friends at Pizza Hut. She was home alone finally.

He and another boy made their move by coming to the door to talk to Mandy. She refused. He hopped the fence and broke into the back of the house and then shot her as she tried to leave. In the face, twice.


I believe to this day that he did this. There is so much confusion as to what the other boy did and how he was involved. We’ll never know. There were things that were done wrong during the investigation. Our best interests were never at heart by the law there.

What we do know is that the other boy called 911 (believe it or not, her murderer’s mom was the dispatcher that took the call). He did stay with her. While the douche-bag kid fled away, leading police on a high-speed chase through four counties where eventually he was captured in Florida. What you never read online is that he crashed the car into a tree. We’re pretty sure he would have rather died than face what he was about to face. He endangered so many people going through residential neighborhoods, throwing back a beer (according to the officer pursuing him.)

My sister died before she got to the hospital.

Both boys were arrested and charged with malice murder, felony murder, aggravated assault and burglary. They each tried to claim the other pulled the trigger. The jury deliberated for eight hours and reached a unanimous verdict. He would be sentenced to life in prison for malice murder, 20 years for aggravated assault and 20 years for burglary. The other boy was acquitted.


I did not attend the trial. We had moved to St. Louis after all of this happened. We needed to be near family. My mother feared I would get into trouble if I were to ever run into the other boy (who was out on bail at the time). I am sure I still would if I ever went back there and saw him. She, however, did attend with my aunt and uncle.

I never realized, even 19 years later, how this would change me. I’m fearful of relationships. I have picked real winners, let me tell ya! Dumb ass guys that were all wrong for me. I worry because you never know what someone is truly capable of doing. You never think someone would ever do what he did to my sister, but it happens all the time.

I have so little trust in people because of the help my mom tried to get and it did no good. I also worry that this other boy is free to live out there. I have seen old friends of my own who have befriended him. It’s so frightening to me to know that he is out there doing whatever he pleases.


My one true wish is that this NEVER happens to any of you. That you never have to experience anything like this. If you have kids, talk to them about not being afraid to come to you for help and express their concerns. It’s always better to be safe and address it.

Today is a reminder that 19 years ago, we lost my little sister. Barely 16 years old, she has now been gone longer than she was alive. But I think about her so much. I think about what she would be like today. However, she looks the same, a kid, in my thoughts. She had a heart of gold and was friends with everyone. She didn’t discriminate ever. It warms my heart when I get to hear a new story about her or see pictures of her I hadn’t seen before. Remembering the good times out of such tragedy is a lot harder than it is for me to remember the good with my dad. I don’t know why.

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Carrie Henderson NenonenFebruary 14, 2014 - 6:27 pm

Hugs H.

Manda DunnFebruary 14, 2014 - 6:44 pm

Love you guys <3

Katie WorshamFebruary 14, 2014 - 7:27 pm

With tears. Xoxo

Erin McLaughlinFebruary 14, 2014 - 7:35 pm

Wow. Thank You for sharing your story with me. I feel honored to be allowed in. This brought tears to my eyes and the want to give you a big hug!!! You and your family are real troopers to continue on through such a horrible thing. I don’t have anything else but cliches so I’ll just leave it at this. xoxoxoxo

Aimee Dugas RushingFebruary 14, 2014 - 7:53 pm

Thank you for sharing your story Holly.

Dorothy NortonFebruary 14, 2014 - 7:55 pm

Holly – thanks for sharing this – am in tears reading this – that dreaded phone call we got from your Dad. I did consider flying down at the time but Hilton had just been released from hospital after a bad asthma attack so felt should stay home. Can’t imagine the torment your family has gone through all these years. We last saw Amanda at Tom’s wedding summer of ’94 – such a beautiful girl – we all said she will be a famous model someday! All my love to you and Mom. Aunt Dorothy

Carrie PostmaFebruary 14, 2014 - 7:59 pm

You have incredible courage to write this and post it. Thank you for sharing your heart and your story.

Kristin BratschFebruary 14, 2014 - 8:21 pm

Tears me up each time I read this, my heart just breaks :(

Nikki Olden MoungoFebruary 14, 2014 - 8:51 pm

Thanks for sharing Holly, and what a horrific story. It must be so hard to share with us so openly. My thoughts are with you & your family today, and though you may never know true peace, you know you loved her. xoxoxo

KendranCraig McHenryFebruary 14, 2014 - 10:16 pm

Holly, Amanda would have liked the fact you shared this story. I was a grade ahead of your sister but we had a lot of the same friends. She was such an amazing person. I now have a 15 year old daughter of my own and I am grateful to know this story to share with my daughter. Thank you again!

Michelle ColemanFebruary 14, 2014 - 11:17 pm

Holly, this is a beautiful tribute to your sister. Thank you for sharing it with us, it really touched my heart.

Aaron-Lisa BeemanFebruary 15, 2014 - 12:38 am

Thank you for sharing. I think of you and your family often. I as well was just a kid when all this happened. It’s so fresh in my mind as the day it happened. Pizza Hut with my friend. I’ll never forget her smile or her!! I love you McCaig family !!

Rachael NilesFebruary 15, 2014 - 12:52 am

I’m so sorry Holly. This just brought tears to my eyes and breaks my heart. You’re right, life is short and you do need to live it the best you can.

Jessica Mixson RungeFebruary 15, 2014 - 1:08 am

holly, thank you so much for sharing. amanda was one of a kind! and because of her i have always had very open conversations with my teenage daughter regarding boys and relationships. we talk about her alot, how nice and giving she was. her smile. and every time i hear green day’s basketcase, i smile for her.

Hallie MillerFebruary 15, 2014 - 1:31 am

Hi holly, I’m a friend of Lisa Bonds. I saw your blog and your story is so incredibly sad. I am a police officer in PA and I am a school resource officer. With your permission is like to share your story in the future when I teach the kids in my high school about teen saying violence. Please feel free to email my hkmiller17@ gmail.com.

Thank you and I’m truly so sorry that this happened to your sister.

Katlin WilsonFebruary 15, 2014 - 1:34 am

Holly- I wish I could’ve known her. I have never known the full story as it was so hard for family to talk about. It’s scary & heartbreaking to read from your voice. Thank you for sharing. We love you.

Kate TeagueFebruary 15, 2014 - 4:51 am

Holly, what a tragic story. My heart breaks for you. And yes, you are right to tell her story if it helps any young girl out there. May her legacy live on through you to help save young girls in the future. She sounds like she was a wonderful little sister.

Erika May KrymuzaFebruary 15, 2014 - 5:14 am

Holly- I’ll never forget my mom sitting me down and telling me about Amanda. I was only 14 at the time and they wanted me to learn from this situation. It was so scary for me and this day is still heavy in my heart for you guys!! Love you guys!

Maria Grace AbuzmanFebruary 15, 2014 - 5:15 am

This story is powerful and I hope it brings realization to young girls in the same situation and reality to the families affected. My heart and love to you.

Shari StarkeyFebruary 15, 2014 - 5:29 am

Holly, you have done a beautiful job of keeping Amanda’s spirit alive.

Melody WrightFebruary 15, 2014 - 5:30 am

Thank you for sharing ur story. Amanda was such a kind hearted friend to everyone. I will never forget that day, she actually dropped myself and another friend off at Bonzai after school. We invited her to have a Valentines Day dinner with us but she declined due to her school work. I miss her dearly …thank you again!

Rachael Lee RogersFebruary 15, 2014 - 5:59 am

Thank you so much for telling the hole story!

Shannon Marie DraughnFebruary 15, 2014 - 1:44 pm

My heart hurts for all of you. This is a very important story to share. I’m glad you rewrote it.

Maaren PorterFebruary 15, 2014 - 3:50 pm

She was such a wonderful and kind person!

David LeonardFebruary 15, 2014 - 7:44 pm

Knew her and all involved My son was dating Lisa Bonds at the time. And I ‘m like you at that time the law around here was the good ole boys crap. Instead of the law applies to everyone. The Leonards Kingsland, Ga.

Ian HardyFebruary 15, 2014 - 8:03 pm

Holly, I didn’t know your sister well at all. I had the pleasure of meeting her thru Lisa, Ricky, and their mom at work shortly before she was killed…Sad, sad loss. The worst thing I ever heard said about her at CCHS was, “Why is she dating HIM (like you, I don’t like to give her murderer any press)?” I know that she touched many lives in her short time….My hope for you and your family is that ya’ll find peace….she may be gone, but as all of us who ever met her would agree…..she will NEVER be forgotten.

Billy HoylmanFebruary 15, 2014 - 8:55 pm

Holly I remember you as a student in my class and as a friend from State Farm. I will never ever forget you, your mom, Mandy and Jake. I know each Valentine Day is rough for you. Just want you to know Will and I still remember you guys. He was only 4 when it happened, but he still remembers.

Natalie PiñeiroFebruary 16, 2014 - 1:53 pm

Thank you for sharing.

Sara BrooksFebruary 17, 2014 - 3:20 pm

I think about Amanda every Valentines day and cry a few tears for a beautiful life taken so soon. I get pissed about it too. I have so many fond memories of her and they are all of how sweet of a person she was. I remember going to church and her inviting me to go to youth group with her and attending Christian friends at your parents house. She was a beatiful girl inside and out. I will never forget that day either Holly. I remember running into you once and sharing our stories. She will never be forgotten. Xo

Su FergusonFebruary 18, 2014 - 5:46 pm

Holly, my heart goes out to you. Our niece was murdered at 18 by her ex boyfriend and others. She was kidnapped, beaten and held for hours in a conspiracy to murder by her ex and 7 other men, even more knew this was going down and did nothing to help. We went through 3 trials for all 8 people that were charged in her murder. When I read your story about your sister and her murder I just wanted to tell you I know how heartbreaking and hopelessly helpless you must have felt and even with the murderer’s going to jail it really doesn’t feel like justice was done. If even one child is helped through yours, ours and other stories being told it’s a good thing.