@TicketmasterCS@TicketmasterUK stuck on this number for the last 15 minutes. This site is not fit for purpose! Every time I try to get tickets for anything.
❤️ ISTABRAQ the greatest hurdler of all time, has sadly died aged 32 at home in Martinstown.
He was the horse who made me fall in love with racing for Aidan O'Brien, Charlie Swan, and JP McManus.
Rest in peace you little legend. ✨️ 💚
Day 165.
On March 7, 1993, my 30-year-old mom Lori Lee Malloy was found dead on the bathroom floor of apartment. Our front door was open. Clumps of her hair were scattered everywhere. A clump of light brown hair that looked, to one officer, as if it had “been pulled from someone’s head” was found in an athletic shoe on a table by the front door. The bathroom faucet was running. The full fridge was unplugged and slightly moved. There were two drinking glasses and a tub of some sort of “leftover food salad” on the kitchen table. My mom had bruises on the thighs of her naked body. Detectives arrived, and a homicide investigation began.
The case was abruptly closed thanks to a medical examiner who deemed her death to be of “natural causes.” He lost his license to practice several years later.
In 2021, RI’s Chief ME refuted the original autopsy and stated my mom didn’t die of natural causes. In 2022, an expert independent forensic pathologist agreed. After a two-year fight, the state petitioned the court to reopen the case. It was granted in November. On Feb 1 of this year, my mom was exhumed. Today is day 165 of awaiting results from her new forensic exam.
Back in 1993, at least one witness told police my mom had struggled with substance use and engaged in sex work from around 14 years old. As the stepmom of an 11-year-old today, that breaks my heart. Lori was a straight-A student and captain of her cheerleading squad until she dropped out of high school to travel the country by motorcycle with friends and learn to sled dog race in Alaska. “I just wished everyone understood me,” she wrote in 1981. She had wild adventures, before getting involved with a series of increasingly abusive men. At the time of her death, her divorce from one violent criminal was almost finalized, she was doing her best to make it as a single mom, and she was fighting with my father Tom over custody of me. “Tommy’s threats over Lauren will settle soon,” she wrote in July 1992. Tom was never interviewed by police about her death.
Early on in the investigation, I learned my family “always knew she was murdered,” but never fought to get justice out of shame for her lifestyle being made public and fear of the impact on me. For nearly 30 years, no one ever knew what really happened to Lori Lee Malloy.
As I think of the families of LISK victims, New Bedford Highway Serial Killer victims, Connecticut Bra Murder victims and more, I grieve and feel their pain. But I also feel hope. Not just that their cases will be solved, but that we as a society will begin to take cases like theirs seriously, will stop seeing victims simply as “sex workers” and “drug addicts” and will instead see them as daughters, sons, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers — people.
I hope the LISK families know their loved ones’ losses are not in vain and realize the impact this case will have on how we handle others. I hope they know their loved ones’ lives matter.
I also hope all the killers who target vulnerable people know they are now the ones being hunted, and the tables are starting to turn.
Justice is coming.
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