Comments on: William Lorenzo Page

By: Imperfectly Me

Imperfectly Me — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 13:35:36 +0000

http://theendofthestory.facesofthemissing.org/tag/william-page/

The link above is to a blog I found after putting his name in yahoo search…this POS isn’t going to trial until February of 2010

By: Bill Baker

Bill Baker — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 17:53:16 +0000

If that monkey does have a hart I would like to rip it out and burn it in front of his family

By: Bill Baker

Bill Baker — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 17:51:34 +0000

That son of a fucking bitch needs to have his dick cut off and then stomped down his mouth. Then beatin with a baseball bat like a prison bitch that has my money.

By: pollywog

pollywog — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 18:03:46 +0000

God that was sad. What must have gone through her mind as she was alone in the snow. Children are so helpless., being put up against the elements even an adult can be helpless. This man will burn in misery for eternity. That makes me feel better. Only thing that would be even more uplifting is if I could be the one to send him there.

By: Maelstrom

Maelstrom — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 04:10:56 +0000

Darklite,

I only just read about Baby P. ( I hate the name too) recently, and foolishly read his autopsy report. If you don’t know the details, I will spare you. If you do…then you share in my anger/rage/sadness due to what that little angel had to endure.

Automatic death sentence for these pieces of shit. Thats it…no life, no parole, nothing…only death. And a painful one at that. Justice can not be served any other way.

By: darklite

darklite — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:22:25 +0000

I can certainly relate to this. When the Baby Peter (i hate calling him P) story first made headlines, i couldn’t quite believe what i heard/read. It couldn’t be true, could it? Not something as horrific as this, surely! The only pictures i saw at first were those horrific computer images, as the news reports blurred his face out at first. Then they revealed it, and i nearly passed out. He looked just like my own son had done at that age. All i could do from that day on was cry, some days i cried so much, i made myself sick.
What kind of evil is there, when sweet little babies have to suffer so much at the hands of people who are supposed to love them? Children are our future. They should be loved and cared for. Not beaten and abused or killed. That poor little baby girl, dying in the cold, OMG WHY??? Lock that murdering bastard (so-called) father in a chest freezer, or better still, shove him under a frozen lake.

By: eternal

eternal — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 01:55:54 +0000

thanks, c.l. :) i like to write for you guys but being a full time stdent with a husband and 2 kids, i don’t get to as often as i wish. i will try to do more as time permits.

By: NavyCop

NavyCop — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 17:15:05 +0000

Me, too. I have a three-year old that likes to escape the house. Turn your back for a minute and out the door she goes…
If I can’t find her in the first five minutes, panic sets in and I have my fingers ready to dial 911. I look at every passing car with suspicion. I search the woods behind my home. But she always comes back in the first ten minutes, always. When I find her or she finds me, I hug her tight to my chest and thank God that she is alive and well.

For a moment I will put myself in the mother’s shoes…

She goes back to bed after putting her beloved daughter in her own sleeping area. She falls back to sleep herself, only to be awakened at some point when a member of her family tells her that Nyia is missing. First, scepticism. Perhaps the toddler had gone and hidden under the bed or somewhere in the house, thinking of Hide and Go Seek. A search of the house turns up nothing. Now, Panic begins to set in. Her heart is racing, where is that child? She feels sick in her stomach, her hands begin to tremble. The police are notified. Where can that baby be? She hopes against hope that her precious baby will be found alive. Then comes the death blow to her prayers… Nyia is dead. Overwhelming grief, a feeling of drowning, her heart is wrenched out of her very chest, or so it feels. A part of her is dead, gone forever. Her beautiful, vibrant baby girl will never breathe again. Never again will she hear that precious little voice call her “mommy,” never again will she be able to caress that warm little hand or feel it tug her skirt. Never again will she smell that wonderful aroma of freshly cleaned baby skin. She collapses in agony of spirit. It is as if her own life had ended. She blames herself for putting baby back to bed. “If only I had let her sleep in my bed,” she sobs. The worst blow is that she will never see her baby grow up into a young woman, a bride, or a new mother. For her, life is over.