Guys, I am so mad right now I could kill somebody. As some of you may know my young daughter Jazmin (Jazzy) died from a Brain Tumor when she was just three and a half. That was eight years ago. I created a web site as a memorial to her where there were a lot of pictures posted, some after she died. I did it because I dont want her to ever be forgotten.
There is a Guest Book attached to the web site. I got a message there just recently that told me I would be interested in a post on a message board about her. This is the site I was given
http://flamevault.com/forums/showthr...threadid=41213 It is some kind of weird message board. The thread is below. Now he never posted this and I never responded because it was never posted. Jazzy was also cremated and not buried. What kind of a sick fvck could write something like this !! Sorry to post this but I just had to vent somewhere. If I could find this peice if shit he would die a very slow and painfull death
I've done something I'm ashamed of
So I got drunk Sunday night, alone yet again, and decieded to start trolling some message boards and guestbooks and such. I stumbled upon the most awful, sad and heartwrenching website about a little girl named Jazzy who died of a brain tumor when she was 4. The thing that caught my eye about Jazzy was the fact that her parents took pictures of her as she was dying and even took pictures of her after she died with her two brothers snuggled up to poor Jazzy.
www.jazzywren.com
With all this hardache and pain, I thought the guestbook needed a little injection of energy and laughter.
So my message to Jazzy and her parents went something like this: (NWS Link Below)
quote:
Monday 08/15/2004 1:48:24am
Name: Forrest
E-Mail:
[email protected]
Homepage Title:
www.goat.cx
Homepage URL:
http://www.goat.cx
Referred By: Just Surfed In
Location: In the Casket with Jazzy
Comments: I just wanted to let you all know I have tunneled my way into Jazzy casket of a series of days using small shovels and an ice pick. On Friday I was able to penetrate the outer layer of her wooden box and worm my way into it. Thanks to the gases that had built up from Jazzy's corpse I was able to light a small torch so I could lay next to her. I wanted to be just like her brothers and hug Jazzy. I spent much of that first evening picking the worms from Jazzy's face and skull. It was a difficult thing to do as the worms had attached themselves to what was left of Jazzy's flesh. But, alas, you will be happy to know I was able to scoop most of the worms from her head. Jazzy was very cute when she was alive, but unfortunalty time and bacteria have made her pretty gross now. I spent the rest of Saturday hugging and kissing Jazzy. Sunday morning came acording to my light up Timex Underwater watch and it was time to burrow back out. Besides, it was mighty cramped in there with the both of us. She was a lot shorter then I expected. God Bless and good luck with your other kids!
ps I kept Jazzy's watch as she wasnt going to be needed it anymore.
Love, Forrest
Yesterday Mr. Jazzy's dad sent me this email:
quote:
I dont know who or what you think is funny or trying to accomplish, but I can only be thankful me and my wife saw what you posted before our sons saw. You are sick individual and you should be ashamed of yourself. Our daughter went through so much and you will not disgrace her memory. The post has been deleted and we will find out where you are and possible legal action may ensue. May God have mercy on you because I dont.
I got a bad feeling the Karma Bus is about to hit me square in the face. I do really feel bad about this. No more booze for me.