In an e-mail to The Evening Sun this morning, Shyanne Somers’ mother, Kathy, offered the following
Through the last 19 months, we have all lived our lives in limbo, waiting for the trial, waiting for the truth, wanting to make sure that justice for Shyanne was found finally.
I thought that I knew everything that happened on that hill that night, but hearing all of the evidence puts it in a new perspective. It’s one thing to “know” what happened, it’s another to have that evidence in your face in pictures. To hear the extent of her injuries breaks my heart in ways I didn’t know it could still be broken.
Shyanne was such a wonderful little girl. She was indeed everything that a mother could hope or wish for. She was my life and my heart, my best friend. Shyanne was the glue that held our family together; each one of us in our own way would always think of how our choices would affect Shyanne. Because we loved her so much, not one of us wanted to ever do anything that would hurt her. She was our light and our compass, and she didn’t even realize it. Maybe it wasn’t until she was taken from us that we realized how much she truly held us all together.
I have her constantly with me in memories and pictures, but it shouldn’t be that way. She should be here with us, living and laughing and running and riding her bike and playing with her friends. Shyanne was an amazing child. People that we didn’t know came to her funeral and told us stories about her that touched them. One man who was as big as a grizzly bear stood with tears in his eyes and said that he didn’t even know her name, but she had waved to him everyday when she waited for the bus and he drove past on his way to work, and that one day he picked up the paper and saw her picture on the front page and he couldn’t stop crying. He said his ride to work would never be the same and that he would always remember her.
She had a way about her that would bring light into a room. When I was upset or sad, she would do her ‘thriller dance’ to make me laugh. It helped that at the time she was missing her two front teeth and her ‘fang teeth’ made her like a little vampire. She and I had a tradition. Everyday we would hug, and I would tell her, “I’m so glad you’re my baby girl,” and she would say, “I’m so glad you’re my mommy.” Shyanne knew that she was loved. I would tell her all the time, “You make my heart smile.”
I pray with everything in me that that night on that hill she knew how much she was loved and that she felt no pain. It kills me to think of the fear she must have felt, and knowing how very close to home and safety that she was. Shyanne did everything that night that we had discussed if someone were to take her like that, that she was to do whatever she had to, to get out of that vehicle, to run and hide even if she had to climb a tree to hide, and when the person left, she was to head home as fast as she could. I believe Shyanne did exactly that that night. The one thing that we never would have dreamed, was that the person would be someone that she knew, someone who would feel that they had to silence her...