You all might recall my nephew, Nick. In 2014 he was diagnosed with a brain tumor that, I heard, was supposed to kill him, except it didn’t. Then this past summer, he was in a car wreck and was ejected from the vehicle. 75% of that time that happens, the person dies. Nick lived. We all started saying that he had nine lives or something.
I’m not close to that branch of the family and rarely see them except on holidays. The last time I saw Nick was at Christmas. I think the only thing I said to him was something like “Wear your seat belt next time.” Which, I suppose, he must have heard a gazillion times before.
Well, my nephew died yesterday, at around one p.m. Alone, at home, and with no warning at all. We’re all stunned. He had never indicated that anything was wrong. He had bought a car, he had a girlfriend. No one knows why this happened and we may never know.
When I heard the news I was on my way to a comedy club with Michael and my father. I’d gotten free tickets for me and seven other people and we were all supposed to meet up at the club. Well, when Dad and I found out what happened we were suddenly not in the mood for comedy. So we went there, I got all my friends inside saying I couldn’t do it because of a family emergency, and then Dad and I left and took Michael’s car back to his house.
None of us knew of anything we could do that would help the situation. Mom (who was the one who told me) said not to call my brother yet. Dad and I wound up watching a TV documentary about jellyfish because we couldn’t think of anything else to do.
I can’t imagine the pain my brother and his wife and their other kids are going through right now.
Nick was 23 years old.
My latest ET entry is for one Joseph Wall, a British colonial administrator. He was convicted of murder and then hanged on this day in 1802, after he had seven of his men severely whipped — three of them fatally — in what is now the African nation of Senegal.
I have written before about the pre-disappearance online presence of MPs. I just found another, while researching Steven Jones’s case (they’ve found the motorcycle, but not, apparently, his body). I’m quite sure that he’s the same Steven Jones who got sued six years ago because of some comments he posted on the internet. The place is right, the age is right, and my Steven Jones was apparently outspoken, just like the Steven Jones who posted the online comments.
Of course this has nothing to do with anything. I’m just throwing that tidbit out there.
It would be nice if the authors of this article could provide additional information on this disappearance, or at least, about the disappeared person herself. I had never heard of Sonya Tukes before. She’s not listed in NamUs and I don’t have any descriptive info other than what I can glean from the photo. I don’t have the date for when she disappeared. I don’t have anything I can really use to construct a casefile, not even a bare-bones one.
I noticed that Arkadiy Tashman, a seventeen-year-old from New York City, disappeared eleven years ago today. He left behind a note which I can’t interpret any other way but as a suicide note, but there was no other sign. He seems to have vanished without a trace.
If Arkadiy is still alive, he’d be 28. This is a very mysterious case.
This week’s featured missing person is Ashley Marie Parlier, missing since June 2005 from Battle Creek, Michigan. I didn’t have much on her, so I Googled her and discovered NAMPN has some information I didn’t have, including that she was slightly mentally disabled, with the capacity of a fourteen-year-old.
This 2013 article, which cites the Charley Project, says she “was apparently a part of a high risk lifestyle.” I don’t know where they’re getting that from. I describe her as a “shy, quiet person with few friends.” She lived with her parents and didn’t have a car or a credit card. That’s about the opposite of high risk. I don’t see any “high risk” traits at all, other than her being pregnant out of wedlock. Although that by itself is often risky enough.
It’s been ten and a half years. Ashley would be 31 today, if she’s still alive. But I don’t think she is.
This is a list of MPs who said strange things before they disappeared, or left notes saying strange things. It was kind of hard to put together and I expect I missed some. “Strange” is just strange/mysterious as (rather loosely) defined by me.
- Ruth Annette Johnson Barber: “Where am I? I want to be with my baby.” I’m not sure she even had a baby.
- William Kelly Buntain: He was upset and crying and when someone approached him, he said his mother had died. She hadn’t.
- Lee Sterling Cutler: “I’ll finally get to sleep.” Apologized for “being a coward.”
- Kelly Bergh Dove: She called 911 from the convenience store where she was working alone and said a male customer who’d been harassing her all night was back and was “dressed improperly.”
- James Harig: “This looks like a good place to get lost.”
- Torey Clarke Newlin: “I don’t know where I am.” (Though that’s not so strange I suppose, given as he had taken a large dose of LSD.)
- Patsy Ann Ravens: “God calls me to do this and I must leave.”
- Andrew Brian Renton: Left a suicide note for his family claiming he had stomach/intestinal cancer. This was news to them, and they’re not sure whether it’s true, although he did have other health issues. Renton didn’t have health insurance and usually went to walk-in clinics when he was sick.
- Joseph Thomas Rodziewicz Jr.: He called his sister collect in 1995, six years after his family last heard from him, and said he was in Illinois and homeless. He was actually calling from Connecticut. He never called again.
- Annette Deanne Sagers: “Dad, momma came back. Give the boys a hug.” Presumably referring to her mother, Korrinna, who’d disappeared almost a year before.
- Benjamin Gomez Sagun Jr.: “I’m going to the father who loves me.”
- Jean Elizabeth Spangler: “Kirk — Can’t wait any longer. Going to see Dr. Scott. It will work out best this way while Mother is away,” The comma at the end is not a typo.
- Arkadiy Tashman: “Sorry about this. No wake, no funeral.”
- Cindy D. Valle: “I’m living with a lady.”
- John Melvin Wipert: “Gone to check out the cabin. Back tomorrow night.” There was no cabin close enough for him to be back by tomorrow night.
- Melinda Karen Creech: I don’t know about Melinda, but her mother behaved strangely after she disappeared: in 1994, fifteen years after Melinda was last seen, her mom told everyone in the family that she’d been found dead. They didn’t find out otherwise until 2003. Melinda’s mother had died by then so no one ever found out why she lied.
- Susan Anne Swedell: She didn’t say/write anything strange, but she did change into a short skirt before leaving the house that day, which was odd because she was supposed to be just going to work at K-Mart and really outright insane because it was January in Minnesota and it was snowing.
This week’s Select It Sunday case, chosen by Hennylee, is Joe Angel Luiz, who’s been missing from Las Vegas, Nevada since March 30, 1992. If still alive, he would be 61 years old now.
It looks like Mr. Luiz might have left on his own, at least initially, but 23, almost 24 years is a LONG time to be gone. I wish I knew more details about this case.
This week’s Flashback Friday case is Consuella LaShaun Cash. She was last seen in Los Angeles, California on January 3, 1975, at seven years old. Beyond that this is “suspicious circumstances” I’ve got nothing.
On this day in 1922, two young Mexican-American men were hanged for murder. They’d decided to escape from jail, even though one only had two weeks left to go on his sentence, and brained one of the jailers on the way out the door.
The other day I was reminded of my much older entries, while reading about that awful situation with the contaminated water in Flint. In China in 2009, two men were executed for their role in a similar scandal involving contaminated baby milk.