| Location | Miami |
| Age | 13 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 10/12/1986 |
| Date of Death | 14/08/2000 |
| Visitors | 7,587 since 03/09/2007 |
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Cynteria Kimberly Phillips was born on December 10, 1986 in Miami, Florida. She has three sisters and three brothers. The friendly, smiling 'tomboy' liked talk on the phone and plant flowers. She was very active and highly energetic.
Cynteria and her six siblings were taken from their mother when she was four. Cynteria was placed with her father, who reportedly molested and beat her--she was just a toddler but already brutally violated. She was taken to Jackson Memorial Hospital where she told interviewers at the center: ``I was bleeding below.''
Despite her troubled childhood, Cynteria never lossed her smile. I never thought she was going through so much pain in her life. She always seemed very happy. She was easy to get along with and I know this because she got along with me and I was a miserable little girl. I only had five friends in middle school and she was the only one I never fought.
Her first foster parents were two church people--Frances and Junior Mortimer. They took her to therapy, church, malls and restaurants, and traveled out of town. But after two years, the Mortimers asked the state to find the girl a new home because the couple traveled too frequently. ''We came to regret this,'' Junior Mortimer said.
If only they had kept Cynteria, she might be alive today. She was getting healthier with them. Had she stayed, she could have been a church going, school girl. She needed some kind of stability in her life, she needed a parent--biological or not.
From the Mortimers' home, the child went to the home of Anthony and Laura Starling. But Laura Starling died, and when Anthony remarried, the new wife, Diane, was troubled by the Department of Children & Families services.
Cynteria had been through so much abuse and lossed so many people in her life. Psychologist Robert Kelley said: ``Sexually abused and abandoned by her family when she was a toddler, she then loses her stable foster parents and watches her next foster mother die. Too much loss.'' Mr.Kelley was right. Cynteria lossed too much in her life.
After leaving this foster home, Cynteria fled through eight different foster homes. Bouncing from one end of the city to another. None of her foster parents treated her the way they would treat their own child--she was totally a 'foster' child in their eyes.
She felt as if she was being avoided and no one cared for her, so she ran away at age 13. It was the easiest way for her to hide what was wrong with her and escape her struggles.
The media portrayed Cynteria as a 'runaway'. She wasn't just a runaway. She was human and a child of God. She was a tomboy who liked run around, dance and play. Short and slim with long hair, she wanted to be a model. Her favorite colors were red, pink and blue.
On the last night of her life, Cynteria Phillips was seen at 10 p.m. at a Miami shelter, sitting on a sofa and sucking her thumb - just as she had done when she was 4, the first time she was sexually abused.
9 hours later, she was found naked in an alley, lying in the damp morning grass like a long-legged baby put down to sleep. But Cynteria was dead.
She had been beaten, sexually assaulted and murdered - her short, tumultuous life was defined by one violent moment.
Cynteria Phillips' mind probably wandered, disconnected from her body, which the stranger was violating in ways too brutal for a 13-year-old to comprehend.
I imagine she heard herself screaming, while thinking that the terrified little girl no longer seemed to be her, her mind gently drifting to thoughts of security, of home, of love. Things she had heard about but never known. Things she sought, but without the clues to find them.
Reflexively, Cynteria's body might have attempted to deflect the blow to the head that would end her life, but I imagine she was already gone - her child's mind marveling from a distance at the mysterious eddies of universal energy that had deposited her here, dying miserably, dying awfully.
As the end came, I imagine Cynteria's consciousness calmly searching through its limited memory bank, trying to determine who had loved her, wondering who would miss her.
Whoever murdered Cynteria removed her clothes and drove to a narrow side street by Edison High School. Going into work at 7 a.m., a secretary saw the naked body and called police. There were no clues, no telltale fibers on her body -- only semen on her leg. She had bruises in and around her mouth, but there were no signs of a sexual struggle -- no cuts on her thighs, no blood or tissue under her fingernails.
Only a little girl placed gently on a bed of grass -- like a child put down to sleep.
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ALL MY LOVE TO ALL MY ANGLES
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Here's a festive greeting
Thats as special as they come
So from my family to yours,
May your day be filled with fun
And happy memories from yesteryear.
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(( HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL HAPPY NEW YEAR .))
I would like to thank you all of you my dear friends for ever thing you do for my angles love you all big hugs. It helps to know you all care and love them too and understand to all of you are my support and help keep me going love you all for that take care all my love Sylvie bye for now.
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Thinking of you at Christmastime
You're in my thoughts today
You've only gone to Heaven
To watch over us each day.
Today we'll spend together
just like we always do
I'm sending Christmas Wishes
with love
from me to you.
Christmas blessings
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GOODNIGHT GODBLESS ANGEL ~
`♥ Christmas Without You`♥
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Christmas without you here with me,
can never possibly be the same.
But I carry an Angel within my heart;
one so precious, who has your name.
An Angel forever watching over me,
at Christmas time, and over the year.
Although you can't be here anymore,
inside my heart, you are so very near.
There is no special present for you,
wrapped up under my Christmas tree.
But I have a greater gift to give to you;
all the love you can still feel from me.
No, Christmas time without you here,
could not ever possibly be the same.
But, I have had the precious gift of you,
and the memories and love, will remain.
� Pamela Hall
All my love Sylvie
HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY PRINCESS ♥♥
YOUR BIRTHDAY STAR.......
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AS I LOOK TOWARDS THE DARK SKIES TONIGHT
I CAN SEE YOUR STAR THAT SHINES SO BRIGHT
THE GOLDEN GLOW ALL THE WORLD CAN SEE
WILL SHINE ON FOR ALL OF ETERNITY
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HOW WE ALL WISH THAT YOU WERE STILL WITH US ON EARTH
TO BE SITTING BESIDE US CELEBRATING THE DAY OF YOUR BIRTH
WE ALL SPOKE ABOUT THE GOOD TIME THAT WE REMEMBER SO WELL
SO MANY STORIES OF YOU WE COULD ALL TELL
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KEEP ON SHINING FOR US ALL EACH NIGHT
RIGHT UNTIL THE DAWNS BRAND NEW LIGHT
WE SHALL ALL BE RE-UNITED IN THE LAND OF GLORY AND LOVE
UNTIL THEN KEEP THE SKIES BRIGHT SHINE DOWN FROM ABOVE,,,,,,,,,,,
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copyright Rosalind Roberts 28/7/2011
ღ ღ ღ ღ All My Love Beautiful Angel ღ ღ ღ ღ
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How will heaven be?
As far as I can see
It will have huge bells
And will be situated on clouds
It will have many golden wells
That will so often swell
Rain will be abundant
And the sun will shine all day long
Angels will play on the harp
The sweetest summer song
Music that will touch the heart
While those beneath will shed drops of sorrow
Little will they know what will happen on the morrow
But to them up above
As plain and clear it will be
As far as far as I can see
Yes there will be misty alleys
And lush green meadows
Fresh with the fragrant smell of spring
Winter will never be bitter
Summer never so hot
Autumn never so bare
And resources never so scarce
Food for all will be relished by all.
Grateful we’ll be as grateful can be
Mountains high and strong and brown
Surrounding that hidden land,
Beautiful and vast seas I see
There colour as blue as sapphire can be
And the white waves lashing upon the shore
Sitting on the flattened grey rocks
Who would not call it absolutely heavenly?
However it might actually be,
But can we still not see
There will lie behind this seen
A relieving feeling of bliss
For where not have we been
But is this not by all believed
That after one’s decease
This is the land of eternal peace
Where we all ultimately reach?
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♥♥ WHEN I LOST YOU ♥♥
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I lost the sunshine and roses
I lost the heavens of blue
I lost the beautiful rainbow
I lost the morning dew ♥♥
I lost the angel who gave me
Summer the whole winter through
I lost the gladness that turned into sadness
When I lost you ♥♥
I lost the sweet thing who gave me
Summer the whole winter through
I lost the gladness that turned into sadness
When I lost you... ♥♥
~SUNG BY JIM REEVES~
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ALL MY LOVE WISH YOU WHERE HEAR
WITH US TODAY BUT ALL OF YOU ARE
OUR HEARTS WHERE YOUR ALWAYS BE
BIG HUGS TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY
THAT MISS YOU EVERDAY WE SEND OUR
LOVE TO YOU XXX AND HUGS TO ALL OF
YOU TAKE CARE BYE FOR NOW LOVE
FROM ME SYLVIE MOMMY OF SAMANTHA
BELANGER AND GRANDDAUGHTER OF
ALBERT AND MARIE-JEANNE BELANGER
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** HAPPY EASTER ANGELS **
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..̴̡ı̴̡ ̡͌l̡*̡̡ ̴̡ı̴̴̡.̡̡̡ ̡ ̴̡ı̴̡ ღ('')('')̴̡̡ı̴̡ ̡͌l̡*̡̡ ̴̡ı̴̴̡.̡̡̡ ̡ ̴̡ı̴̡
Meeting the Easter Bunny
by Rowena Bennett, 1930
On Easter morn at early dawn
before the cocks were crowing
I met a bob-tail bunnykin
and asked where he was going.
"Tis in the house and out the house
a-tispy, tipsy-toeing,
Tis round the house and 'bout the house
a-lighlty I am going."
"But what is that of every hue
you carry in your basket?"
"Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;
I wonder that you ask it.
"Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs
and eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house
on bonny Easter day."
He perked his ears and winked his eye
and twitched his little nose;
He shook his tail -- what tail he had --
and stood up on his toes.
"I must be gone before the sun;
the east is growing gray;
Tis almost time for bells to chime." --
So he hippety-hopped away.
Love and Hugs~Sylvie xxxx
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From Sylvie xxx
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ My Angel ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Another family get together an occation we celebrate
giving family members chocolate, feeling rather great,
when deep down all we are doing is thinking of you
not being at our side again and missing you its true.
though there are lots of colorful flowers we can take to your side
where we laid you to rest and became our Angel Guide,
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ My Angel ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Maybe go to mass sunday and say a little prayer
for Easter is also religious when Jesus was taken up there,
we can also light a candle inside the church of God
drink his wine, smile at the priest, then give a slight nod.
for if their is anyone who knows, how we are feeling today
surely they will be in the church feeling the same way
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ My Angel ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
So i guess this coming Easter we can all take a moment to think
of that precious moment in time you became the missing Link,
For your my Special Angel and i want you to be aware
no matter what time of year, your memories i will always share
and though deep inside of me, I hold an aching heart
I know in my heart of hearts we wont always be apart
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