August, 1984 my life was changed forever. The nightmare from which I’m still trying to awaken, began. After all we went through, our Mom was just gone. My Mother, Mary Badaracco, disappeared without a trace from our fine community, many years ago, a suspected victim of murder.

Never again will she hold her grandbabies or feed her deer by hand, play with her dogs, paint her pictures. Never again will I see my Mom working in the garden or will I see my Mom with green feet from mowing the yard barefoot or just relaxing, tanning in the sun. She was a great lady, she would have helped anyone, friend, stranger or animal. It didn’t matter who you were. If you needed her she would have helped you. Never again will I look at a yellow rose and not think of her.

She didn’t deserve what happened to her. Not that I have any idea what happened, we only have rumors and plenty of them. Without her in our lives it has been a very long hard road for my family, constructed of endless dead-end leads for the police to follow, kind of a judicial joke with all of our lives hanging in the balance. I know nothing more now than I knew on that tragic day. I do know, that I have no mom, her grandchildren have no grandma.

So many special occasions have been ruined by the disappearance of my mother. Our family’s celebrations and holidays are always overcast by the loss of her presence. Every single day I am reminded that she is not a part of our lives. I have been stuck in this grieving process without answers to ease my pain, unable to give her the proper burial she deserves; without any closure, without knowing exactly where the perpetrators dumped her body.

Unless someone comes forward with the information the police need, I don’t see an end to any of this. I need the truth. At the very least my Mother deserves the truth be told. That’s all that I ask. No human being should ever have to go through all that my family has gone through and everyone needs to know exactly where their loved ones are. I now wish to ask my community a question or two, this very same community that my Mom was born and raised in. “Can someone just disappear into thin air without someone hearing something or someone seeing something? How can someone heal from such a tragedy?”

Time will NEVER heal this wound only answers will.

My mother was killed? Why? Because some sick freaks within our community are out there. Whoever did this, obviously capable of anything, is still walking around free within our community. People please wake up! Do you want this individual in our community or behind bars where they belong? Someone out there has knowledge of what took place on that day of August 20, 1984.

I want my life back. I want my dreams back. The unanswered questions have to be answered. This has taken its toll on my family. I need to know exactly what happened to my mother. I am now begging the individuals to please come forward. If they have the information we need, they could collect the reward of $50,000. They may also be able to remain anonymous. So I write this today in hopes of someone knowing the difference between right and wrong, good and evil. Just wanting to do the right thing after all these years by helping a daughter find her mother and to put an end to this unpunished, unsolved crime.

Please call Troop A in Southbury Ct. 1-800-376-1554 or 1-203-267-2200

And to those who will not come forward, may GOD forgive you when your day comes and you are to be held responsible for your actions. Will this secret you have been keeping be worth it?


My summary of mom’s story.

Her husband stated she was gone along with $250,000 he hid in the house. He maintains he knows nothing but refuses to take a polygraph. Her car was left with a smashed windshield He states she did it and that’s what the police believed. All her belongings, not even a lint ball remained. Sound like someone leaving in a hurry with no vehicle? All her most personal things, pictures of us on her walls were gone too. Mom just finished an almost complete renovation; everyone knows that you aren’t going anywhere after creating your dream home. Nothing adds up. Weeks before she disappeared, SHE QUIT CLAIMED THAT HOUSE TO HER HUSBAND FOR $1.00. She would’ve contacted us if she were alive. She’d never put us through this after all we’d gone through growing up. I have documentation that she was battered. My heart was ripped apart, and this has killed a part of me. She’s not here to be part of our lives. She was only 38. I am just so tired of feeling like I have let my mom down. I am losing faith in THE DETECTIVES THAT SEEM TO JUST TRY TO PACIFY ME "We’re working on leads but can’t tell you anything". This is all that they can tell me. I’m happy if they’re really tracking down the killers, but 19 years is a long time to be patient.

Sincerely,
Beth Profeta