THIS WEBSITE WAS CONSTRUCTED TO OFFER FREE EMOTIONAL, SPIRITUAL, FINANCIAL & SUPPORT RESOURCES TO PARENTS OF MURDERED CHILDREN.

You can E-mail or call me at any time at (323) 708-4156. I NEED to HELP!

• Loving arms of support, counseling, & sharing
• Providing Victims of Violent Crimes forms to apply for financial assistance
• Help with filling out forms and letter writing
• Help with support group selection
• Providing professional counseling
• Help with funeral arrangement and repasse
• Handling phone calls
• Sending Thank You cards
• Attorney referrals
• Books to help heal
• Video/DVD referral

Additionally, S2T is accepting all donations so that the parent and any person of their choice can go on a seven-day cruise to the Bahamas a month after their child’s death. The funds will also be used to pay for days missed from work. Remember, all donations are tax deductible.

The following piece written by Judy Dickey, TCF, Greenwood, TN. epitomizes the commitment of the Survivors 2 Thrivers club.

We’re alike, you and I

We’ve never met. Our faces would be those of strangers if we met. We would barely perceive the other’s presence if we passed on our walk through the mists. We’re unknown to each other until the terrible words have been spoken, “MY CHILD DIED.”

We’re alike, you and I. We measure time in seconds and eternities. We try to go forward to yesterday. Tomorrows are for whole people, and we are incomplete now. The tears after a time turn inward to become invisible to all save you and me. Our souls are unanswerable prayers: “GIVE ME BACK MY CHILD!”

We’re alike, you and I. The tears that run down your face are my tears and the wound in your soul is my pain too. We need time, but time is our enemy for it carries us farther and farther from our lost child. And we cry out, “HELP ME!!”

We’re alike, you and I. And we need each other. Don’t turn away, but give me your hand and for a time we can cease to be strangers and become what we truly are – a family closer than blood, united by a bond that was forced upon us – but a bond that can make us stronger, still wounded to be sure, but stronger for our sorrows shared.