Dear President Barack Obama,

Please help and look into my brother’s (John Michael Dilday) death investigation. On Jan 29, 2009 we got a call about my brother, they said that he was in a minor traffic accident and then committed suicide. He was working at a ranch in Texas on an internship for school. He was only there for one week before he died. He was put in a house with 8 illegal immigrants. The immigrants were outside when he supposedly shot himself twice in the mouth, but didn’t see him only feet away from where they were. The Kendall County Sheriff’s Office at first said it was suicide, now it is pending investigation. The Justice of the Peace refused to have an autopsy done. My parents had to pay for an autopsy to be done. That’s when we found out that he was shot twice when they told us he was shot once. Kendall County Sheriff’s Office has changed their stories many times. This makes it hard to trust law enforcement now. I used to think that they were supposed to help the people with law and order, now I’m kind of afraid of them and what their power allows them to do. We are not the only family that is having trouble with law enforcement in that area, because families from Texas have contacted us.
It has been hard on me and my family. My brother was barely 21yrs old. I loved my bother and when he left I couldn’t wait for him to come home in April. The day we found out my parents left for Texas. I went to stay with my aunt and cousins till they got back. I stayed with them because I wanted to be the first to tell my cousin. When we picked her up from school I got out of the car and told her. It was like a little part of her died inside. It’s like living in a movie. I don’t like it! All I want is the answers of what happened to him. When my parents brought him back they took me to the funeral home to see him. It hurt to see my big brother that would aggravate me and love me now lifeless. I am upset with myself because the day he left I didn’t want to wake him up to say good bye. He needed his rest for the long drive he had. I told myself not to worry that he would be back soon. He came back but not the way I expected him to. I didn’t call him on his birthday because I didn’t want to bother him. I never got to do those things and I don’t even get to know why he died. I’m 15 years old and it all ready seem like there is no hope in life for good things to happen.
If you could take time to write or call me, my address is Rockwood, IL 62280; my cell phone number is . I know you’re a busy man, but I don’t know who else to ask.

Thank you sincerely,
Rebekah Dilday