11 Months Since Adam Gitter’s Death – His Blood Is on Your Hands, Dr. Arnold Shienvold
Eleven months.
Eleven months since my precious son, Adam, took his last breath at just 6 years old.
Eleven months since his bright, beautiful life was stolen—because of YOU.
Eleven months since you put a price on his safety and chose greed over the life of an innocent child.
Eleven months since you sold your soul to the man who paid you to rip my baby away from his loving mother and place him in the hands of a father who failed him completely.
How do you live with yourself, Arnold?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sit at your desk, cash your checks, and go about your day knowing that your signature, your words, your lies helped send my child to his grave?
Do you ever stop and think about what you did, about the life that was lost because you valued money more than a child’s future, Adam’s future?
Do you ever see Adam’s face when you close your eyes?
Those beautiful, trusting, innocent eyes that still believed the world would protect him?
Do you hear his laughter in the quiet moments of your day?
Or is your conscience so rotten that even the cries of a grieving mother can’t reach you?
You knew.
You knew Adam was safe with me.
You knew his father was incapable of caring for him.
I told you. I warned you. You even put my desperate pleas in your report. And still, you chose to ignore them.
You CHOSE to rip Adam from the arms of the only parent who truly loved him and cared for him and condemn him to a fate he didn’t deserve.
You CHOSE to send him to a father who treated him as an afterthought.
And now? My son is gone.
💔 Adam is buried. Cold. Lifeless.
💔 Murdered by your greed.
💔 He will never run into my arms again.
💔 He will never blow out birthday candles again.
💔 He will never play with his favorite toys again.
💔He will never grow up, never chase his dreams, never live the life he deserved—all because of YOU.
But you? You get to go home to your family. You get to enjoy your life while pretending that you have no blood on your hands.
But tell me, Arnold—when you look at your son, Adam, do you see mine?
Does his name, spoken so effortlessly, ever catch in your throat?
Does it remind you that there was another Adam—a little boy, innocent and full of life—who will never get the chance to grow up?
A child whose future you stole.
When your Adam calls you, when he laughs, when he embraces you—do you ever feel the suffocating weight of what you took from me and from this world?
Do you ever hear the deafening silence of the Adam I will never hold again?
Your Adam is an adult. He has lived through childhood, through laughter, through birthdays, through milestones.
My Adam was only six. He never even had the chance.
Because of you.
Now, for you, the name Adam, should stand as a haunting reminder of your greed, corruption, and immorality.
When you say your son’s name, do you hear my Adam’s cries?
Do you feel the unbearable weight of the laughter you silenced?
The birthday candles that will never be blown out?
The bedtime stories that will never be read?
The hugs that will never be given?
My Adam is gone forever - buried beneath cold, merciless earth.
Yours is still here. Yours still walks this world. Yours still calls your name.
How do you live with yourself, Arnold?
How do you stand beside your Adam, knowing that my Adam is in a grave because of you?
How do you look into your Adam’s eyes without being haunted by the memory of my Adam’s eyes—the ones you helped close forever?
Every time you hear your Adam’s name, you should remember mine.
Every time you see your son Adam’s face, you should see the stolen future of my Adam.
Every moment you share with your son Adam should be a relentless reminder of the life of my son Adam that you helped destroy.
And for the rest of your days, I hope the name Adam does not bring you joy—but instead, serves as an unrelenting, inescapable reminder of the innocent little boy whose life you erased.
I will never let you forget — not today, not ever.
Every single day that I wake up in this unimaginable nightmare—a world without my Adam, I will scream his name louder than the lies you told in that courtroom on the stand on August 1, 2022. And I will make sure that everyone who hears his story knows exactly who you are and what you did.
So tell me, Arnold—
🩸 How do you live with yourself?
🩸 How do you justify the price you put on my son’s life?
🩸 How does it feel to know that you helped kill a child?
I hope the weight of Adam’s death consumes you—the guilt, the shame, the haunting memory of a boy whose future YOU stole.
I hope my Adam’s face follows you everywhere: in every shadow, every quiet moment, every restless night.
I hope his laughter echoes in your ears until it drowns out every other sound.
I hope you wake up in the middle of the night hearing my Adam's cries.
I hope you live every second of your miserable life knowing that a six-year-old kind, loving, caring, brilliant boy Adam is dead because of YOU.
For as long as you breath, may my Adam’s stolen future cling to you like a shadow—his radiant smile etched into your mind, unyielding, like a scar that never fades.
May his laughter pierce through every moment of fleeting joy you dare to feel, a haunting melody that reminds you of the life you destroyed.
You deserve to carry the crushing weight of my grief, a burden so heavy it drags at your every step.
Adam’s face—his innocent eyes filled with trust, his laughter that once lit up the world, his stolen dreams—should claw at your conscience relentlessly.
May Adam’s memory haunt you in every shadow, every silence, every breath you take. FOREVER.
Forever grieving,
Dr. Elena Belogolovsky
Adam’s Mother
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