Return Address- Afghanistan and Justice... For April

I don't know much about justice. There's only one thing that i really know about justice, and it sucks.

I'm not sure how many people remember the murder of April Sorensen. It happened April 17 of 2007. Ironic, huh, to die in the month you were named after? She was 27- full of life. She was also my cousin. Granted, we were several years apart, but that doesn't mean i don't remember her. She cut my hair. she ran. Oh, she loved running. She was beautiful and bright and always smiling. Yet someone decided that this beautiful girl had to be killed. Taken from us. Hit and beaten and killed, than burned. I'll always remember the funeral. The 22. My grandpa, who i had never seen cry, bawling. Holly, April's younger sister, struggling through a speech she wrote. The grief that plagues my family. And the worst thing is, whoever killed her hasn't been brought to justice. They might never be. It's a cold case. So all we can do now for her is run.

We run for her every year. This year, i worked it(as i have been for three years) and watched my dear Red Head in the Pink Shorts run by me.

This is April.

If you're interesting in helping, running, or donating to the marathon, the website is http://www.livelaughloverun.com/

The other thing is fairness....

Fairness is nonexistent. If you believe that life is fair, than you must believe in unicorns and leprechauns. Because it's not. If life was fair, two amazing kids would still be here right now. So would April. If life was fair, people would get the dads they deserved. Great guys deserve great fathers.... Not the ones they have. Fairness would mean that not a single man would be lost in a stupid war. It'd mean that they would come home safe. Always. Fairness does not exist. It never will. So... for the love of high school, I'm asking a god, any god, all gods, to keep him safe, and bring him home in time for the now annual volleyball contest. So now I'm off the make a facebook profile, so i can make Adam my new pen pal. Good luck buddy. 365 days in a helicopter. 365 days of danger. 365 days of constant worry. 365 days of letters. I feel some Dear John music coming on..... But seriously. Come home safe. please.... I'll miss you. Don't make stupid decisions. Do as i say, not as i do!!!!!!!!!!!! And watch your hips old man(:

<3 Taylor Elaine