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Ashley Simpson: Nine Months Gone


What should be concerning to the RCMP in British Columbia is that my cousin John Simpson is quitting his life in Ontario and moving to Salmon Arm to find out what happened to his daughter, Ashley, who went missing without a trace, nine months ago.

John has posted on Facebook that he intends to go back to the scene of the crime to get some answers. As he wrote: "the RCMP don't want to do what was directed by the head of the force to keep in contact with the families...and update weekly.

"And so I go as a father, searching for his missing daughter, who has been gone for nine months and without a clue."

I don't blame John. As a mother, I would move mountains to find out what happened to one of my kids, if they had met with misfortune. I am a mother bear. I will defend my children and the people whom I love to the nth degree, and so I wish him well.

"There is no moving on until this is done, no next step, I have to go west to search. What the heck, there is no better way to enjoy my retirement than to look for you, my girl. So with map in hand, I will go soon."

This is heartbreaking for me, as a family member and as the family blogger who has kept this story alive. I fear for John, and the rage of a father. My best hope is that he keeps safe, and doesn't become yet another victim in this tragic case. Emotions run high as hope fades.

Godspeed, John.

Keep us informed, and we will keep everyone accountable.


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  1. Unknown28 January 2017 at 17:22

    I would probably do the same if I was in John's shoes.
    May god be with you and guide you, John. Stay safe.

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