The Rest of the Story

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Grieving a parent is a unique path each person must walk. On April 30, 2008, after 25 years, 11 months, and 25 days living under Doty's roof as a child, a stay-at-home-daughter, Doty kicked me out. Thirteen and a half years passed before his death in November 2021. For me, grieving "the loss" of my biological father, Doty Murphy, occured while he was still alive and breathing. 

I fervently prayed for God's mercy on Doty's soul. 

Today, I share a glimpse of, as Paul Harvey would say, "The Rest of the Story".






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Sadly, although a mandated reporter, Doty also covered up many crimes.

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  1. Jane DevinJanuary 7, 2022 at 10:48 PM

    Hi Mary, my story is different but I’m also a survivor, a writer, and someone who’s consistently healing. I look forward to encouraging you through your journey as you continue to bravely tell your story.

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