My son, Dillon Ray Farrer was murdered on June 21, 2001, one day shy of my birthday. I did not have him in my care at the time because I was very ill having complications in my third pregnancy. The third child I had I was giving up for adoption (by the way I gave him to the most wonderful deserving couple in the world). Because I was so ill and on bed rest and had no one to help me with my children, I decided to put the boys (Lucas my oldest, 3, and Dillon my youngest, 23 months) in a temporary, voluntary foster care arrangement, and then when I had the baby I would schedule a time to pick them up. I was scheduled to pick them up on June 27, 2001, when exactly one week beforehand, I got the call that he had stopped breathing.. I rushed to the hospital only to find out he was dead and to hear my 3 year old son tell me that Charlie (the foster father) had put a pillow over Dillon's face to make him stop crying, and murdered him. I found out the reason why my baby was crying was simply because he wanted his pacifier. They thought he was too old to have a pacifier (like 23 months old is really too old!). This has destroyed my life and my 3 year old's life. My son was the best thing that ever came into my life. I learned how to give love and be loved, and learned true, and I mean TRUE love through this wonderful spirit.
