As wedding week starts, I am missing my little Maid of Honor and Mom. I will always wish you had been able to stay. Not just for the wedding, but for every day before and after. As much as I know the wedding will be full of joy and love, it will also be missing two of the biggest pieces of my heart. Love you Moore, Mom and Madi. I miss you every moment I move forward in and in every memory I now have to make without you.
This is your reminder that Derrin C. Devinney, the Butler County Attorney, declined to press charges on the woman that killed Monica and Madison Moore.
Over a year and half after the wreck, he sent my dad a letter stating that he would not be pursing charges and a flash drive with no label/context. It held pictures of my dead mom and sister in the car the night of the wreck.
I’m going to assume that sending pictures of deceased victims to family members without warning or discussion isn’t standard legal procedure.
There is so much anger to process when grieving. The legal system should never further emotionally harm family members going through something like this. 
Do not be afraid to advocate for justice. Even if you are punished for it by the legal system. I will not stop bringing this up. A mother and child were killed. He did nothing.
A season dedicated to Madi🧸💙 When I began my first season coaching this August, I had one goal: Show Madi’s friends, classmates, and teammates that grief and faith can coexist. That anger and gratitude can be equally felt. That you can follow Him, cast your worries on Him, and openly struggle with Him. I wanted to show child-like faith; a lack of full comprehension but a well of deeply seeded faith. To openly say, “I don’t know” when I just didn’t know. That the “I don’t know” moments are what make our faith so special. There is no perfect Christian. Hardship, grief, heartbreak, and struggle do not disqualify you from being His child. Good fruits take time to grow. He loves you and deeply cares for you.
Thank you to everyone that made this season possible. My husband, my family, the girls, the coaches, the parents, the school, and God. His people, His children showed me why I am here. I am forever thankful he chases after the 1.
Tuesday, October 7th, should have been Madi’s Senior Night for volleyball. Madi loved volleyball. She was a phenomenal setter and a fantastic teammate. She is most remembered for kicking the ball to keep it alive and her unbelievably nasty serve! She had beautiful hands and played great defense too. She was a steady force on the court who always did her job and lifted her teammates up. Madi and I used to pepper in our living room for hours every night. She had to endure me coaching her every contact for hours, but she never complained. I miss hearing, “Kate, wanna pepper?” every night. Volleyball brought us together. Volleyball connected us. It was so special to share the love of this game with each other. It will never be the same without you, Madi B.
You are loved and missed so greatly it’s hardly bearable. Everyone in that gym missed you that evening. Every one of your teammates has missed you at every practice, every game, and every team meal.
If you ever played with Madi, please feel free to share your favorite memories of/with her on this post. 🤍
