by Lorie May
October 23, 2016 started out as a normal day. Gerald (Kiyana’s dad) and I spent that Sunday morning at thrift stores looking for gems. We picked up a couple things for Kiyana, in anticipation of picking her up the next day. She stayed with us regularly for a week or two.
This week would be special. Thursday, we had a family date planned at Henry Ford Halloween at Green Village. I might have been more excited than they were. I could wait to see her eyes light up, and the excitement on her face.
Around 4:30 pm Gerald received a call that shattered our world. Gerald wasn’t able to answer the first call he received from Jacey (Kiyana’s mom), but within minutes he received a text “Kiyana’s been in an accident. I’m covered in blood. I don’t know if she is going to make it”.
Gerald was able to reach her and was told Kiyana was attacked by a dog at her house. At that moment phone reception was lost, and he couldn’t reach her by phone He called me on his way home, and when he arrived I was waiting by the door to drive the two hours to find our “Baby Girl”.
Before we got out the door, the phone rang again. Jacey’s on called to say Kiyana didn’t make it. You could feel the agony and pain in his voice as he searched for answers, be he would have to wait. Her phone disconnected as well.
Within minutes family began arriving. Everyone spent the next few hours trying to get in touch with them, calling every hospital in their area, including some in Indiana. No one could tell us what happened and where his “Baby Girl” was, until he made a call to the local police station.
The officer who was at the scene confirmed that Kiyana didn’t survive. “We did everything we could to save her”, he said. It is then that we found out the dog was purchased by Jacey. The 3 year old Doberman was brought to their house by the owner who traveled from Illinois. Jacey always wanted a doberman in her life.
Gerald’s worst fear came true. He didn’t trust dogs around Kiyana, especially big dogs. He expressed his concern on several occasions; even speaking with Kiyana about being cautious around animals.
The next few days were excruciating, as our attempts to contact Jacey or her family were ignored. We were desperate to help plan her funeral, find out how Jacey was doing and, hear the truth about what happened. The only thing we had was different news reports coming out, which all shared different accounts of what happened.