She was ordered to serve at least 14 years imprisonment but remains imprisoned long after this minimum tariff expired due to her disruptive behaviour in prison. She was convicted of the murder in 1997, attracting much media interest due to her young age and the brutality of the killing. The murder initially went unsolved until June 1994, when Carr attacked and stabbed another pupil at Collingwood College Comprehensive School for no apparent reason, and then repeatedly boasted about the murder of Rackliff to friends and family and in her diary entries made in prison. In June 1992, aged only 12, she murdered 18-year-old Katie Rackliff after picking her out at random as she walked home from a nightclub in Camberley. I remember one evening we saw a beautiful sunset with pink clouds, and she told me that when the clouds are pink colored, “the angels are baking.” Whenever I see pink clouds now, I think of her being up there in this beautiful heaven, baking her delicious apple cake.Sharon Louise Carr (born 1981), also known as ' The Devil's Daughter', is a British woman who is Britain's youngest female murderer. I know she is with me wherever I go, and I carry her in my heart. I will never be the same person I was before her loss, but I am extremely thankful for the years we shared and that I had someone so great to lose. In only 14 years, my mom taught me everything I need to know for my life. I have learned that life goes on-whatever you are going through, keep going better days will come. I value my life and people more, and I express it often, because I know tomorrow is not promised. I am not afraid of challenges, because I know that the next challenge will never be as hard as what I have gone through. I can truly say that I experience things differently now. In the weeks leading up to and on the morning of my graduation I cried, but the day was filled with joy and I know she would have been proud. I miss her every day, but on days like that one it suddenly gets harder to breathe. Last year, when I graduated from college, I wished she could have been there. Now I know some things cannot be fixed they need to be carried. I always tried to fix my loss, to fill the gap. But when I am overwhelmed with joy and pride, I often start to cry, because the person I most want to share my joy with is gone. I can look at old pictures, read my mom’s Ph.D. My boyfriend, my family, and my friends remind me daily how blessed I am and how beautiful life is. On the bright side, my father, my brother, and I became a strong team. Now I can say that I survived, but the last nine years have been filled with waves of sadness-sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes extreme, sometimes just grey colored. It is not easy to tell people the truth-that my mom committed suicide because of depression. Back then and even now, many people do not view depression as an illness, but rather as a sad period in life.
It still hurts every time.ĭepression is more understood today than it was nine years ago. At this age, you are not supposed to be visiting your mother’s grave. Today I am only 23 years old, but it’s been such a long time without her voice, without her touch. It felt like a hurricane and I can still see the outcome. Sometimes I think this will always be the hardest part. She had been suffering from severe endogenous depression, and left without a warning, without a letter, without a goodbye.
My mom committed suicide on Easter Saturday in 2009. I will carry her smile with me wherever I go. She was the smartest and most selfless woman I’ve ever known. She was the center of our family, the heart of our home. To say that her death was sudden and unexpected is an understatement. It took seven days from the day I realized my mom was sick to the day she died.
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