True Crime with Kimbyr - Teen Murdered JUST DAYS After Her MOM Begged For Help!: Part 3

Episode Date: August 4, 2025

Part 3 of True Crime with Kimbyr brings emotional closure — and unanswered questions. Kimbyrleigha unpacks the chilling discovery that brought the search for Joshan Ashbrook to a devastating end. As the truth emerges, we hear from those who loved her most and the community that mourned her. Through forensic evidence, witness accounts, and courtroom drama, Kimbyrleigha reveals how justice was pursued — and where it may have fallen short. This final chapter is a haunting reminder of a life lost too soon, and the enduring power of remembrance. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When they dug even further, they realized that poor Patricia had just been turned back over to the state within the last month. So they moved fast to locate her and after speaking to her former foster parent, Jean Eddingfield, who was listed in all of the paperwork. She told detectives she had been a foster mom to two of Patricia's half-sisters years earlier, but she hadn't spoken to or even seen Philip for a long time. And then all of a sudden, he showed up at her door with Patricia. It was just days after Yoshaun's body had been full. On August 9th of 2002, he knocked on her door unexpectedly with his daughter in tow. He was crying and he was visibly nervous. That's when he asked Jean to take care of Patricia for a little while.

He told her not to ask any questions and not to tell anyone he had been there. Then he gave her $200 in cash and handed over Patricia's birth certificate. And then he left. But he never came back. Jean told the detectives she took care of Patricia for five days, but when Philip never came back for her, She had no choice but to report him to the state. Child Protective Services intervened and removed Patricia from her home,

and that's all she knew. It was a lot of help. With this information that were able to track Patricia down, and even though she was only about six, she was able to tell them a lot. When gently questioned with a child psychologist present and trained professionals by her side, Patricia confirmed that she and her daddy had been living with Diane and Fred, and one day she spent a day with a girl named Joe. They went fishing and swimming together, and then they went home and played video games and watched TV. She said she slept on the living room couch, and when she woke up, her dad and the girl were gone.

Just note that she also said she remembered her father leaving with Yoshan and coming back alone, but when questioned about this again, her accounts were slightly varied over time, which is understandable, given her age, and of course the trauma she had likely experienced. But the essential details matched up. And then a critical break in the case came mid-October. More than a month after Yoshawn's murder had turned the community upside down, Diane Kaufman's daughter Lacey had decided she wanted to move into the spare bedroom, the exact room that Philip Parton and his young daughter, Patricia,

had once occupied before Yoshaun's disappearance. On October 18th, as Lacey rearranged furniture and began making the space her own, she pulled back an old rug, and what she saw made her heart drop. Beneath the rug, a large section of the carpet had been bleached. The fibers discolored in a way that made her stomach churn. And even stranger, someone had placed a beach towel underneath the rug, as if they were trying to quickly hide something,

something that couldn't just be scrubbed away. Lacey was shaken and she immediately called for her mom and Diane rushed in. She took one look, and she didn't hesitate. She picked up the phone and a look. the Pasco County Sheriff's Office. Investigators quickly returned to the Kaufman home, realizing they might have finally had discovered a piece of evidence hidden in plain sight.

But I'm sitting there asking myself and you, why wasn't that found before when they had a search warrant? But I guess, okay, maybe moving a rug didn't seem necessary because what would you find underneath? But I would assume they would do a thorough search. Forensic investigator Susan Miller cared for examine the room, immediately noticing the suspiciously large bleach-stained patch of carpet. She performed preliminary tests, and the results were positive for blood.

As Miller continued examining this room, her eyes caught two faint marks on the wall. Easy to overlook, but impossible to ignore now. She tested these spots as well, and again, they came back positive for blood. Just two days later on October 20th, the investigation took another significant leap forward. Deputy Stephen Fosci had tracked down Phillips's Maroon Ford F-150 pickup truck. The exact vehicle witnesses had last seen Yoshan in. It had been abandoned in an impound lot in Plant City, roughly 35 miles away from Newport Ritchie. It was just another piece of this disturbing puzzle slowly coming together.

Detectives finally felt momentum in the case. Tangible evidence was piling up, making it clearer by the day that the answers they desperately sought had been hidden right underneath their noses, waiting to be uncovered. The Maroon F-150 had been sitting on notice in an impound lot since September, just being towed from a Walmart parking lot by a local wrecker service. Nobody had come looking for it. And as the days turned into weeks, it simply was sitting there collecting dust.

The trucks still had North Carolina license plates, another clue in a case full of unanswered questions. But as deputies carefully inspected the vehicle, one detail immediately stood out. The tires. Photographs from the impound lot revealed to them they were worn, mismatched, and practically falling apart. That alone might not have seemed that odd until detectives compared them to the surveillance footage from the Walmart on the morning Yoshaun disappeared. On the footage from July 31st, those same tires appeared brand new, shining cleanly, with deep, rugged treads extending well into the truck's wheel wells. Clearly someone had swapped the tires out after Yoshan's murder. And with no regard for the quality or even the safety,

this replacement looked cheap, old, and randomly chosen, as if someone just grabbed whatever was lying around. And you can probably guess why. Philip was most likely trying to hide something. He was keeping up with the case. He knew that those tire marks had been left behind. Detectives knew they needed expert insight. They turned back to Paul Mancini,

the same guy that ran the tire trucks in the system. And after carefully reviewing the footage and the photographs, Mancini quickly confirmed when investigators suspected the tires had been changed. But the brand of those original tires on the truck and the Walmart footage caught Mancini's eyes. Those were wild country tires. The plaster tire impressions taken from the crime scene

had already pointed investigators to a very specific type of tire, Cooper Wild Country Tires. So now, the implications were undeniable. The tires on Phillips' truck at the time Yoshawn vanish matched perfectly to the ones found near her body. But afterward, someone, he, Philip, had deliberately swapped them, trying to hide any connection to her murder. Why go through all that trouble? And then why abandon your truck if you aren't guilty? Inside the cab, detectives found yet another detail, a small knife. Just two to three inches in length. It was collected immediately, adding to their growing pile of evidence. Every new discovery painted a clearer, darker picture. A desperate attempt to erase evidence concealed truths and distance a murderer from his brutal crime.

But instead of covering tracks, each careless move only brought detectives close to to the truth about what really happened that night. This is when Brian Higgins comes back into the picture, the DNA analyst, the one that already examined the hair found on Yoshan's body and determined it wasn't hers. By the time he was involved in her case, he had already been an expert witness in over 40 criminal trials. Higgins received several critical pieces of evidence

that detectives hoped would finally unlock the truth. He already had the hairs uncovered from Yoshan's left hand, and now he was given a hair sample. that was taken from that box in the bedroom where Philip Martin had been staying. You know, those loose hair strands that were just accumulated in this box collected for some unknown reason?

He also was given swabs and carpet cuttings that were meticulously collected from the east and north walls of that same bedroom. On the east wall, Higgins found a full DNA profile, a complete match to Yoshon. 13 markers were identified. And let me put that in perspective. The odds of this DNA belonging to anyone else were literally one in a hundred trillion.

It was scientifically, practically, completely impossible not to be Yoshon's. And then came the Northwell. Even though this sample was partially degraded, it still matched Yoshon at 10 of the 13 markers. The odds here would be 1 in 64 billion, still unbelievably rare, far beyond coincidence. But perhaps the most haunting piece of all was the hands. hair Yoshawn herself had desperately gripped onto in her left hand. A single strand that contained just enough root tissue to extract clear nuclear DNA. When the test results came back, they pointed straight to Philip Parton.

The hair matched him at seven markers. That was one in 23 million. This wasn't just a few random strands of hair, and it wasn't just blood spatter. It was unmistakable. It was a map of Yoshaun's final struggle. The bedroom walls marked with her blood. It confirmed the violence that she had suffered. And the hair clenched in her hand proved she had bravely fought her attacker, pulling hard.

And now that evidence was embedded in her grasp. They didn't even need to test the carpet samples to know the truth. They had already uncovered everything that mattered. Yoshana had been in that room. She had been hurt in that room. And she fought in that room for her life. And in those heartbreaking last moment, she took a hold of something undeniable. It was evidence that tied directly to Philip Parton.

But of course, they did test the carpet samples. On the first sample, they were able to extract a full DNA profile, and it matched Yoshon, a one in 100 trillion chance. The second sample was different. Now, this one was too chemically degraded to produce results, and it had a strong odor of bleach, which is known to destroy DNA.

But they already had enough proof. Now they just needed to catch their killer. For more than a year, Philip Parton, Philip Parton managed to stay out of reach. He used his knowledge of law enforcement, their routines, to stay one step ahead of them. He avoided digital traces. He used cash, and he stayed on the move. Detectives believed he might be working odd jobs under the table, possibly in trades like air conditioning repair. But they had no confirmed sightings, and the trail was cold. But still, investigators didn't stop watching the people close to him. One of those people they believe

pardon my contact again, was Fred Kaufman, you know, his old friend from prison, the same man who had given him a place to stay at the time of the murder. Now, because of the fact that Fred had been a little bit uncooperative in the beginning, detectives kept his phone line under surveillance just in case, and that decision paid off. In October of 2003, more than 14 months after Yoshon's death, or I should say murder, Fred received a phone call. The voice on the other was unmistakable. It was Philip Parton. But what he didn't know is that the phone was tapped. Also back in November of 2002, detectives got another piece of the puzzle. They learned that Philip had purchased a blue and silver Jeep Cherokee all the way out in Washington. But he didn't use his

own name. Instead, he used the name of Fred Kaufman, stealing the identity of the very man who had generously let him stay in his Florida home months earlier. Well, Fred wasn't happy about this, and eventually he agreed to help the investigators. and he allowed them to tap his phone and record conversations that might come in from Philip. And that's when he finally called. Now, he didn't say anything incriminating at first. It was just small talk, catching up. But Fred made sure to keep him talking and calling him back, making him feel comfortable, building rapport like the good old buddy from prison. One of those calls on October 26th of 2003, though, was revealing. Fred casually mentioned the Jeep,

and Philip's demeanor shifted dramatically. His voice tightened he got nervous, and he immediately asked if Fred's wife Diane had mentioned the Jeep to the police. In that instant, Philip sounded panicked, like he could feel the walls were closing in around him. And he confessed, I know one day this shit is going to knock me in the face. I'm stretching it, you know. And then, in a very rare moment of vulnerability, he began to describe his life on the run. Being restless, exhausting, constantly moving, zigzagging around the country from east to west. north to south, unable to settle anywhere. He even claimed that he'd secretly slipped back into Florida undetected at one point,

boasting about how drastically he changed his appearance to avoid anyone recognizing him. But beneath all this bravado was desperation. In a candid moment, he told Fred flat out, I'm a fucking dead man. Yet the second Fred cautiously steered the conversation towards Yoshaun's murder, softly just saying, they're saying she was killed in my room. Philip's openness was gone. He sounded like he couldn't even get out a word from his mouth.

He had lost his voice, he couldn't speak. And then he said to Fred, dude, man, I can't talk to you. It was clear. Philip knew exactly what he was running from. And in that moment that his time was running out fast. I was thinking, could cell phones not be traced back then? Because I'm wondering, I'm like, this was 2002 going into 2003. Couldn't they ping his location?

So, of course, I looked it up. And it actually depended on the location and how many towers were available near the area. There wasn't as many as there are today. So unless you're in a specific area, it would be vague. They didn't have GPS capabilities like they do now, but they were able to trace that last call from Philip.

And I'll get to that in a moment. As the detectives worked tirelessly behind the scenes chasing leads and inching closer to Yoshon's killer, her family was left. in emotional limbo, trapped between grief and a desperate need for justice. When Yoshawn's 17th birthday arrived, a day that should have been full of laughter and celebration and plans for her future, her family instead gathered quietly at Trinity Memorial Gardens. They carefully placed pots of daisies, Yoshaun's favorite flower around her grave,

trying to fill the empty space with the love and warmth that she always brought to their lives. Her mom left behind a personal letter handwritten through tears, sharing her heart openly. It said, quote, things aren't always perfect. We were a normal family, and we had our problems. But no matter what happened, our love for each other has helped us through. We never gave up on each other, end quote. Beside Tara's note was another. This one scribbled by her younger brother, Zach.

The words were so raw and honest, they seemed to echo right from his heart. It said, quote, Hey, what's up, Yoshawn? I miss you. You're always there for me. You know, if I had a choice, I would trade places with you because I miss you,

and I love you so bad, end quote. It was so heartbreaking for me to read that, and I'm sure you feel the same. It's so sad to think about a sibling losing someone they love like that. And then standing around Yoshawn's grave, the family saying happy birthday, with their voices breaking.

A family should never have to say, celebrated birthday like this, whispering songs and prayers to a headstone. But in that moment, they reaffirmed a promise they made that they would never stop fighting for justice for Yochan. And for her mother, real grief actually felt impossible to reach because she couldn't fully mourn her until the person responsible for her murder was caught and punished. She would check in weekly with detectives, clinging desperately to every single update, every shred of hope. And they would reassure her. And the rest is coming, probably within the next few months, but waiting felt like torture every single day without answers and just fear. Tara was constantly

worried that the man who took her daughter's life, it was going to hurt someone else. She even said, if it had been one of, you know, Sean's loved ones instead of her that had been killed, that she would have fiercely been walking the pavement until she found something. She would be looking for clues herself. She would be doing her own investigation. And then, had to do the same for her. Her death didn't just have an impact on Tara. Several of her siblings began attending counseling, trying to piece their broken hearts back together. And Tara herself struggled really hard, something that therapy couldn't fix. It was an anger she carried deep inside. She admitted it openly. She made a vow to ensure that no other teenager

would ever suffer the same fate. She dreamed of creating an organization. for runaway teens, a safe haven that offered protection, support, and guidance for kids like Yoshaun. But Tara wasn't ready to launch it just yet. She knew that first, justice needed to be served. Until then, she would try to stay strong. She would have to wait six months, until that call came in from Philip to Fred, and it was traced. It had come from a payphone in North Carolina. That single piece of information reignited the manhunt and gave law enforcement a precise location. So working with the North Carolina authorities, the investigators canvass the area around the payphone.

They interviewed people, they search records, and they traced down leads. Eventually, they discovered that a man matching Phillips' description had been working, you know, small odd jobs here and there under the table. He was living quietly, trying not to attract any attention. And on October 28th of 2003, officers finally closed in. They found him, they placed him under arrest without incident,

and he evaded capture for 15 months. Can you even believe that? And after his arrest, Philip was taken to a local police station and questioned, but he remained uncooperative. He refused to confess to anything, and he showed no remorse. When asked directly about Yoshawn Ashbrook, he responded coldly. He said, you know how many girls I fucking meet? But he was formerly charged with first-degree murder in Yoshaun Marie Ashbrook's death.

Later in a recorded jailhouse phone call, he was heard saying, if I ever get the chance to escape, I will. It took them a year and a half to get me. It'll take them longer next time. Well, they were steadily building a very solid case against him so that he would never be out of prison again. And part of that was trying to get some handwriting samples

so they could compare it to when he fraudulently purchased that Jeep under friend's name. But when the detective tried to get a sample, he refused, and he was like screaming profanity in his officer's face. It really showed his true colors. Even his lawyers couldn't stand him. They didn't stay for long. He went through three defense attorneys. Meanwhile, prosecutors made a statement that they intended to seek the death penalty.

He was then extradited from North Carolina back to Florida. And in one hearing in 2004, he looked at the judge and he said, either you people kill me or send me back on the streets. Yoshaun's mother was also in. and out of court at this time. She actually sued the Pasco County Sheriff's Office, arguing that deputies failed in their duty by not acting on the court order. She stated, they're partially responsible for my daughter's death. There's no way around that. And you know what? The sheriff, Bob White, acknowledged that his office hadn't followed procedure and ordered an

internal investigation. The lawsuit was eventually settled for $25,000. But for Yoshan's mother, the money didn't even matter. When mattered was that she tried to save her daughter. She had done everything that she could. She went to court. She wrote that petition. She followed the system and still the system failed. There was no apology, no public admission of wrongdoing, just a check and a confidential agreement. It just felt empty. And then when the sheriff gave a statement, it only hurt more. He said bad stuff happens. It has been since Kane killed. able. It all has to do with the human heart, and you can't change the human heart. That's what he said in a statement. And to Tara and to everyone who cared about Yoshan, it wasn't just bad stuff. They felt

that her murder was a preventable tragedy, one that was marked now by a blue cross on the side of the road where her body once laid all alone. Yoshaun's family had made that area sacred. They filled it with frogs. Her name was carved beside a peace sign. A yellow rose was near the base and a placard that read, have I told you lately that I love you? And now you know why those words were chosen. Because you never know when it will be the last time that you tell someone that you love, that you love them. So do it often. You may never get another chance. I used to be stingy with kind of thing. I'm not going to lie. You know, when I grew up, I wasn't used to telling people that I love them, but that changed. And every day I tell John and I tell Mazzie and Shaila how much I love

them, you don't tell my dogs that. And for Tara, she would have to say goodbye two more times because there were two more devastating deaths. Her infant grandson died and then her stepson Corey was killed, a lumber truck that he was driving overturned. I mean, this poor family, they just kept suffering. And it seems so unfair that one family has to endure so much pain. But this broke Tara. She was spiraling, and it landed her in jail, and even in a behavioral institution. But finally, in October of 2007, more than four agonizing years after Yoshan's murder,

Philip Parton finally stepped into a courtroom to face justice. But just when it seemed like Yoshawn's family might finally get some answers and close that they'd waited so long for. The trial took a gut-wrenching twist. Yeah. During testimony, remember Detective Scott Gattuso? Well, he casually mentioned that there was a strange stain found on the roadway near where Yoshan's body had been discovered.

He brushed it off in front of the jury, saying confidently it had never been tested. It was just roadkill, probably nothing that mattered. And he dismissed it like it was meaningless. But here's where things unraveled. The very next day, prosecutors revealed something shocking. Detective Gattuso had been mistaken. Another detective, Jim Medley, had actually sent that stain in for testing way back

to when Yoshan was first found. And though the results came back in conclusive, the simple fact that the stain had been tested, completely contradicted Gattuso's testimony. And suddenly, everything seemed compromised. This revelation just shook the courtroom and raised a bunch of questions. Had the evidence been mishandled,

were people wrong, Did the detectives ignore something? Did they miss a critical detail? Had they gotten something wrong? Could this testimony be trusted at all? So now, the judge had to make a painful decision, and he declared a mistrial. So now the family had to wait even longer.

They might not have had a conviction yet, but they had tire impressions. Plaster cast from the scene matched exactly to the tires originally on Parton's Marin truck, though we had swapped out those tires after the murder. An old photo discovered in his truck confirmed the original set perfectly matched. Eyewitnesses and surveillance footage.

They had the Walmart security cameras showing Yoshaun with Parton and his daughter Patricia. On the very morning, she disappeared. Multiple witnesses backed this up, placing Pardon in every step of Yoshawn's final day. They had the blood evidence. Forensics found Yoshawn's blood in the guest room where Parton had stayed. The walls, carpet, even the floor. They had the DNA match. Parton's hair was found embedded in a wound.

on Yoshawn's thumb, clearly torn out in a desperate fight for survival. And there was Patricia, who is now 13 years old, and she bravely took the stand in his trial. And so did Tara's mom, identifying her in the CCTV footage. And there was also Fred Kaufman, whose alibi was now solid. He was working in Tampa miles away on the night in question. So anything about his involvement was put to rest. The jury also got to listen to all those recorded calls between him and Philip. In Philip's own words, he admitted to lying.

And then he talked about a potential death sentence and even called himself a walking dead man, which we know about. Then Phillips' defense attorney William Bennett admitted openly there was no disputing the overwhelming physical evidence, the DNA, the surveillance footage, and the witness accounts. Instead, he tried to cast suspicion elsewhere. He actually still claimed that Fred was involved,

but without any solid proof, the alibis and the theory quickly collapsed. The jury also got to hear from Jean, the former foster parent, and they were given information about two of Phillips' ex-wives and the tumultuous relationships that they had with him. When all the evidence was laid out, clearly and thoroughly, the jury quickly reached a unanimous decision. Philip Allen Parton was guilty of first-degree murder

of Yoshaun Marie Ashbrook. It was clear. He saw her all alone on that road that night. and he offered her a ride. He never had good intentions. Even if he claimed he was only trying to help, he gained her trust that day, driving her around her boyfriend's house, taking her to Walmart for snacks

and then to swim in a lake and fish together. She probably felt safe knowing that his daughter was there, but she was never safe. Once he had her alone in that room, he made his move and she resisted. She fiercely fought against unwanted acts that he was attempting on her. and he violently hit and stabbed her

and then strangled her to death, snapping her spine. Was she bound before, during, or after? We won't know for sure, but she fought. And because she did, his hair was in her hands. But this wasn't quite the end. Because now the jury faced one last crucial decision. With the death penalty still on the table, they had to decide whether Parton's punishment would be death

or life behind bars. But his attorney wanted to spare him. They fought for his life, and I sometimes question how they can. Can you guess what they emphasized? His past. Of course, his upbringing, the usual attempts to humanize a monster. During the sentencing phase, the defense didn't deny Phillips guilt. But first, they had two psychologists testify outlining a lifetime

of what they called severe psychological issues, childhood trauma, and emotional instability. Philip had been diagnosed early with multiple behavioral disorders, and he was using alcohol in excess at age 10, and he struggled with substances and anger issues throughout his entire life. He dropped out of school in ninth grade, and he had a history of arson and even harming animals. Wow, I mean, the signs were there.

His childhood was described as brutally violent. His biological father, a Vietnam veteran, suffered severe PTSD, and he admitted to not only physical, physical but emotional damage to fill up, including burning him with cigarettes. His adopted father was no better, creating an environment described by family members as emotionally unsafe and volatile. Then there was the neurological testings, which revealed brain abnormalities, likely linked to trauma and psychological evaluations confirmed he had severe mental disorders, bipolar disorder,

intermittent explosive disorder, major depression, and substance dependency. They also described a personal loss that he faced that they said scarred him even more than anything else. They said he had a baby, a little boy, who later died in infancy, and it left him with deep emotional wounds. And I understand, but why not try to better yourself? Why take other people's lives? It doesn't make any sense.

So if I were on that jury, it would not faze me. Even after considering all of this, the jury reached their decision. Nine voted for death, three for life imprisonment. And on December 1st of 2008, the judge sentenced Philip Harton to death. He was shackled, he was emotionless, and he listened to his fate as it was sealed. Philip, who was now 43 years old, walked at that courtroom wearing a red prison jumpsuit, and in to jail awaiting death. Shoshan's mother was in that courtroom, sitting quietly, absorbing every word, and afterwards, she stood before reporters.

And she said he was a sick person and a low life. I mean, I think that's pretty clear. This man, he was worthless. He should have never been allowed out again the first time he killed someone. She said she would never be able to forgive him. And I don't blame her. I don't think I ever could. Even though justice had been served, the story wasn't over yet. So if you want to know what happened, of course, the appeals. that's normal. I'm not going to get into all that. And his sentence was upheld through all the appeals.

Then a major shift happened in 2016. The United States Supreme Court issued a decision in Hearst versus Florida. In that case, the court ruled that Florida's death penalty, it couldn't include a non-unanimous jury vote. And remember, Parton's was nine to three. So it wasn't everyone saying that he should die. So instead, it was vacated. A lot of sometimes, were. Under these new rules, Philip Parton was now eligible to seek a resentencing. And this could take so many years, and it did all the way till 2024, so just last year, 22 years after Yoshan's murder. Can you imagine? The prosecutors decided not to go through with a new sentencing trial instead. They just agreed

to have Philip Allen Parton's sentence officially commuted to life in prison without the possibility of parole. So I guess at the least, he will never be out again. And even years later, Yoshawn's mom's grief had never faded. In interviews, she often returned to one simple sentence. I just want to know why. Why? And Philip never answered that question. He never confessed. He never explained what happened in the guest room on that night of January 31st. But like I said, I think we already know. Investigators always believe that Yoshaun had rejected unwanted advances from him and that he exploded in rage. But without a statement from him, the motive remains just speculation.

He's now in his 60s and he remains incarcerated at Union Correctional Institution. He no longer faces execution, but he will never walk free again. Something that I thought was a little fun fact was that during his run from the police, he got a new tattoo. It said, live free. or die. And it was on his shoulder and he ended up having neither of those wishes come true for him. He wasn't going to live free and they weren't going to put him to death. So he was having to live in this purgatory of prison. But Yoshaun is the one that I want you to remember.

She would have been in her late 30s, but I don't want you to remember her for how she was killed. I want you to remember her for being full of life, a life that she never got to live and experience. She had dreams of becoming a singer or maybe even a lawyer. She wrote songs with her sister. She was figuring out her teenage life and she was deeply loved. And I want her to always be remembered and for her to rest in peace.

And I thank you so much. And please, don't hesitate to leave your comments below. I always take a look at them. I read as many as I can. But remember that her family might also be reading them, her loved ones, her siblings, and always stay safe and tell the people around you that you love them. I will see you soon.