I REMEMBERED JESSICA'' BY RICHARD C. SUAREZ

I was with my sister in a car and it was in the late 1980s, Probably around 1988 1989 and I was driving towards Williamsburg , Brooklyn with my sister.

I have no desire to mention anything here that is sensational. Rather when I returned to edit this piece I was surprised that I had again writtten about this topic. Well, that's just my interpretation to the silence as someone usually leave at the very least one review.
My sister pulled me up in front of a funeral Home in Bushwick with ABC Eyewitness Cameras around the corner of the funeral parlor that was surrounded with people and cameras and over all people coming together to express the outrageous effect of Child Abuse and Neglect.

Maybe around 1988 and we were heading for brooklyn on no good account,. But those were other times now long gone.
I had in mind one destination she had another real destination. Suddenly, I see that we are drving through bushwick Brooklyn near the Mertyl and Broadway over pass stop on the J Train.
I had close family and friends in Williamsburg heading west , it Williamsburg might be two or three sections over near 
Bedford Stuy., and then greenpoint.

But I am not writing about geography.
Anyway, there we were in Brooklyn a place although very familiar not a place we traveled to often , nevertheless there we were. I looked an saw cameras with ABC written on them and I asked where we were. She said the is a small child being give a wake ceremony in here. I aksed her if it was Jessica Cortez.
We stood outside the glass doors and my sister began to to cry there was a line so long of people waiting to get into the funueral parlor; One  could not see it's end.
I became emotional too. There were Cameras all over the place well, at least two. I could also see a Uniforned Guard in place, and I could see standing guard just inside the Glass door of the funeral home.
The man or someone must have alerted one of the grieving women inside because came out and leaned into the glass like a lioness and looked at me and then my sister. she said something to the man and then she left and returned with more women next to her.
the man unlocked the door and asked Sylvia my sister, who are you? ' She not being able to answer, I did for here because she was crying so hard.  I told him we are just a sister and brother who heard the reporters speaking about this on Television and we were rgere just to see and pray. Then  he went back inside and came back to us and said, you two only can come in.
My sister hysterical Crying climbed the four steps or three, and we entered. The rest of the people inside had to have been family members. I am here to mention details, but instead will respect the families right.I will say only that there were two sides of seating and my sister and I sat on the right and there were about 20 furious grieving looking females and one gently approached my sister to ask who she was to the child that she cried so much?" I will say that I walked up to coufin a lone and I need to and when I turned around for a moment i saw these women who didn't know my sister and my sister who did not know the child crying while holding each other up. It seems lovingly emotional, but then I looked forward to where I was walking and I remembered Jessica.