armywife210
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One of my closest friends lost her daughter, Ally, 3 years ago. My friends husband was deployed to Iraq. They had just purchased this house and my friend was unpacking boxes in their new home. Ally was 3. My friend put Ally to bed after giving her some tylenol (she hadn't been feeling well) and went to work on some more boxes. She was listening to Ally as she unpacked. Ally was singing and talking to her toys.
Now the story has changed multiple times, both and big and small ways. But this is what most likely happened. My friend remembers about 10 minutes of silence and guessed that Ally was asleep. She went in to check on her and she wasn't in bed. She went through the house and out the front door calling her name. She called 911 and walked by the backdoor. She realized that a chair was pushed up against the wall by the backdoor and the backdoor was unlocked. There was a dog barking, but she thought that her dog was inside. As she opened the backdoor she realized that HER dog was barking and in the pool. Her dog was afraid of water. Now all of these details and the ones to come have changed so many times... she remembers being soaked. She remembers giving Ally CPR. She remembers her vomitting. She remembers her coughing and moving very clearly. When the paramedics arrived they pushed my friend out of the room and took over. Later everyone involved said that they were never able to resesitate her, that she had been in the water for about 8 minutes and had passed already. My friend was interrogated heavily. I can't tell you how many different versions of the story she has told me. She has been in therapy since. I just spent most of the day with her today talking about it, and that is what made me want to tell you about it. There are so many events that are all jumbled up. She doesn't know what order they happened in. There are blanks that she keeps trying to fill in. She actually has events from other days weaved into that incident, and she believes they are part of that nights catastrophe. She said it's like having 5 incomplete 5000 piece puzzles all mixed together and trying to put it together. Still to this day she doesn't know what happened that night. But I can tell you one thing, that woman didn't kill her child. Ally was a busy little sweetheart, a wild child, but she was loved as much as any mother could possibly love her child.
Now the story has changed multiple times, both and big and small ways. But this is what most likely happened. My friend remembers about 10 minutes of silence and guessed that Ally was asleep. She went in to check on her and she wasn't in bed. She went through the house and out the front door calling her name. She called 911 and walked by the backdoor. She realized that a chair was pushed up against the wall by the backdoor and the backdoor was unlocked. There was a dog barking, but she thought that her dog was inside. As she opened the backdoor she realized that HER dog was barking and in the pool. Her dog was afraid of water. Now all of these details and the ones to come have changed so many times... she remembers being soaked. She remembers giving Ally CPR. She remembers her vomitting. She remembers her coughing and moving very clearly. When the paramedics arrived they pushed my friend out of the room and took over. Later everyone involved said that they were never able to resesitate her, that she had been in the water for about 8 minutes and had passed already. My friend was interrogated heavily. I can't tell you how many different versions of the story she has told me. She has been in therapy since. I just spent most of the day with her today talking about it, and that is what made me want to tell you about it. There are so many events that are all jumbled up. She doesn't know what order they happened in. There are blanks that she keeps trying to fill in. She actually has events from other days weaved into that incident, and she believes they are part of that nights catastrophe. She said it's like having 5 incomplete 5000 piece puzzles all mixed together and trying to put it together. Still to this day she doesn't know what happened that night. But I can tell you one thing, that woman didn't kill her child. Ally was a busy little sweetheart, a wild child, but she was loved as much as any mother could possibly love her child.
