KristaKae
“Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was found dead in her home, but she was 38 when she died. For three years, from 2003-2006, her body lay surrounded by Christmas gifts she was planning to wrap; the television still on. How does this happen? Especially to a woman who was social, who two-years prior had a high-powered job at Ernst and Young, who had rubbed elbows with celebrities, and who wanted to get married? That’s what Carol Morley set to find out. But her new documentary film, “Dreams of a Life,” is about more than just Joyce Vincent, a young, beautiful London woman whose parents were from the Caribbean and who no one seemed to miss when she was gone. It’s about life, death, and loneliness.”
how many more Joyce Vincents are out there, alone, unloved and unremembered?
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![This is the love of my life, my soulmate, my bestfriend.
& I pray, I get to marry her in June. =]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1h98oGQvN1qfebboo1_250.jpg)
This is the love of my life, my soulmate, my bestfriend.
& I pray, I get to marry her in June. =]
I am shot and killed in a residential neighborhood. My cell phone is on me and my friend is on the phone, and I am found to have been carrying only a bag of candy and a drink. 911 calls from neighbors record my screams for help, in the moments before my death. No one uses my cell phone to locate my family. No one canvasses the neighborhood to see if someone there knows me. I am a John Doe in the morgue for three days. But, my body is tested for drugs and alcohol. My killer is not tested for anything. My killer is questioned and released, and he is still free today. I am Trayvon Martin, and we are better than this.
Two lesbians raised a baby and this is what they got.
Reblog everytime I see this.
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