I have decided to continue with the on-line journal. I will choose what I place on-line very carefully.
After looking over some other missing person web sites I decided it would be a good idea to start a journal of all that has happened with Monica and our life without her. I guess the main driving force behind this journal was when I read Robert Cooke's journal. Mr. Cooke is the father of Rachel Cooke who came up missing in January 2002 ( http://www.rachelcookesearch.org/ ). After reading his journal of the early part of the investigation it hit home. Some of what he had gone through I have gone through for 5 years. I too have chosen to write this from the heart.
On October 13, 1999 Monica was last seen by my mother (Alice Appleton) in front of 1402 NW 17 th Ave in Amarillo Texas about 55 miles west of Pampa. Monica had asked my mom to take her back to Amarillo where she was staying with a man named Ivory Lee Tealer. Tealer was a supposed drug dealer and “pimp”. Monica had fallen into a bad crowd over the last few years after being introduced to drugs while married to her ex-husband Marlon. She had gotten off of the drugs a few times but would end up going back. I had tried on at least one occasion, after they both were arrested, to get them to go to the narcotic guys and give them information. Monica refused and Marlon agreed then backed out. They eventually got a divorce after years of physical abuse between each other and the adultery. Monica was not a bad person. She just had some bad habits. It seemed as though Monica was missing and everyone had the thought “all well just another druggy off the street”. That “druggy” is someone's family member and should be considered a human being just like anyone else and not some piece of trash to be thrown away and forgotten about.
Some of the information from previous years is going to be a little sketchy. Unfortunately I had not been keeping up with the dates that I had gotten information on. I would always hand that over to the Pampa PD investigator. I have tried to put down everything I can remember up to this point. I am sure I have forgotten some things. If so I will update them as I do remember. I guess what is really disturbing is the lack of support within the community I live. I can always remember thinking that people just don't seem to care.