Find Tiffany Whitton


As I shared with you in my last post, Elizabeth Whitton‘s granddaughter, Tiffany Whitton, vanished on 9/13/13.  With Tiffany’s Mother’s permission, I am sharing what I have learned about this horrific story of a missing loved one.[pullquote]You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.” Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper[/pullquote]

It is a known fact that Tiffany had been struggling with a drug problem, but that doesn’t change the pain this family has suffered…not knowing where Tiffany has gone, whether or not she is alive or deceased.

Who addicts are to their friends and family and

what they struggle with are not the same thing.


With an active Facebook page entitled Find Tiffany Whitton, there is still hope that one day they will discover the truth about this precious one’s disappearance. Tiffany was last seen in a Marietta Walmart parking lot, where her then boyfriend, Ashley Caudle, claims she ran away from him. This family is begging someone to come forward with answers about Tiffany. [pullquote] thoughts from Tiffany’s Mother: I read something today that immediately brought tears to my eyes. It is a one-line prayer that simply says: “Let me not die while I am still alive.” It really cut straight to my heart because I feel as though that’s what I’ve been doing — slowly dying while I’m still alive. At times, I was conscious of this and there was a part of me that didn’t care because I just want to talk to Tiffany…” A recent Facebook post by Lisa, Tiffany’s Mother[/pullquote] This family believes someone out there knows the truth. Could you be that someone who knows what happened to Tiffany? If so, please contact the MPD at 770-794-6990 or this family on the Find Tiffany Whitton website.

9/13/15 Balloons of Love for Tiffany

There is no doubt that a life in addiction played a role in taking Tiffany away from those she loves. “Heroin was once the scourge of the urban poor, but today the typical user is a young, white suburbanite, a study finds. And the path to addiction usually starts with prescription painkillers.” ( NPR article) Illicit drug use has truly become an epidemic in our world today.  [pullquote]Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.” J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire[/pullquote] All prescription drugs must be kept in a safe, guarded place, only being taken by those whose name is on the script. For the past six years I have been a volunteer at a nearby recovery center. My service to them is simple: loving them while doing collage art therapy with them every other Wednesday afternoon. I have learned so much from these women. They have taught me a lot about courage and I would not trade my time with them for anything. Drug addiction steals dreams away. It splits lives apart.

As we remember Elizabeth Whitton and the rest of Tiffany’s family in our prayers, let’s find a way to bring an end to this enormous problem in our communities.


“Gran” Elizabeth Whitton

Last Tuesday was an extra special day for me, mainly because of three people who unexpectedly showed up in my path.

My experience reminded me of a recent post here on Pages From Joan entitled

Who’s In Our Path?

[pullquote]I get so much more from being here as a volunteer than I am able to give.” Barry Birckhead, Volunteer, Wellstar Health System[/pullquote] As I was picking something up at our local hospital, I ran into three people who brightened my day.

Barry, with his wife, Maureen, who is a Labor and Delivery R.N.

First, was a long time friend of ours, Barry, who has been serving as a volunteer at the hospital since his recent retirement. It is always great to see him, but on this particular day, it was wonderful to hear Barry emphasizing to me how much he gets out of the volunteer work he does at the hospital. The next person I crossed paths with was Brittany, a young Emergency Room R.N. whom I got to watch grow up at our church. Brittany is married and she is Mommy to Elliana Kinsley.

Brittany (R) and her friend & co-worker, Jenn.
When Brit isn’t managing emergencies, she enjoys her home in the country with Elliana and her husband, Seth.

Lastly, as I was nearing the exit, I saw a friend I had met back in October 2013, when my Daddy was a Hospice patient.

This is a woman I could never forget.

Mrs. Elizabeth Whitton.

And one of Mrs. Whitton’s granddaughters


is one I hope we will never forget.

You see, as of September 13, 2015, Tiffany has been missing from our community for two years. In fact, Balloons of Love for Tiffany was held on 9/13/15 at Living Hope Church.


I will tell you more about Tiffany in my next post, but first I will share about my friend, Elizabeth, known as “Gran” to many grandchildren and 13+ great-grandchildren.

Elizabeth Whitton, now age 80

Elizabeth Whitton helped start the Music Therapy Program for Cobb County hospitals, as well as Hospice facilities. She finds great joy in bringing peace to others with her beautiful harp. No stranger to sorrow herself, Elizabeth’s husband died 18 years ago of Glioblastoma (otherwise known as “brain cancer from hell”, according to Elizabeth) when she was sixty-three. Even amidst her tremendous grief, determined to continue living, Elizabeth used her harp to heal herself while she ministered to others. [pullquote]If you are sad, help someone. Not only will that person be helped, but you will feel better, too.” My Mama, Polly Shivers Walker  [/pullquote] The more she played, the more she wanted to play. One of her greatest memories, at the request of her granddaughter, was playing in the hallway while a new great-grandchild entered the world. Following the excitement of the birth, the delivering doctor told her this was the most peaceful delivery he had ever been a part of.

Elizabeth Whitton is a volunteer Celtic harpist who came and played for my Daddy in October 2013, and for all of us who were there with him. In addition, Elizabeth came to play Amazing Grace for my Daddy’s funeral service on November 13, 2013. Just weeks earlier, her granddaughter, Tiffany’s disappearance weighed heavy on her heart, and yet, Elizabeth continued to give her “gift” to help others like me…she played her harp. What an example Elizabeth Whitton is of giving of herself for the benefit of someone else.

With the unanticipated pleasure of crossing paths with Elizabeth this past Tuesday, what was her immediate response? Elizabeth sat right down in the Robert A. Lipson Center, the lobby of our local hospital, and began to play a concert for one: me.

And what did Elizabeth Whitton play? Amazing Grace.

What small or big way can you and I give back to others?

If everyone in this big world would answer that question,

and do that one thing,

what a difference we would see across our globe.

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