THIS SITE IS DEDICATED TO THE TRUTH OF WHO ANJELICA MARIE WAS, WHAT HAPPENED TO HER,
AND SEEKING CHANGE AND JUSTICE.
I met Anjelica when she was one year old.
We became a trio pretty quick. Called ourselves JAZ. Anjelica’s biological dad never came around. So I soon became daddy to this amazing child.
The three of us did everything together. We toured everywhere from the Big Easy to Big Sky Country together.
In the summer of 1998, on one of our first great adventures, Anjelica and mommy blew a tire in the middle of Wyoming, going 85 miles an hour (that’s the speed limit). I was driving behind them. I saw their little Mustang veer left into the dirt. It slid for awhile, then suddenly it was airborne! The car flipped onto its top and then again back to its wheels...
I stopped my truck and ran back to them. They were ok, except for a cut to the top of Anjelica’s wrist. A scar that never went away. The EMT on the scene checked her out in the ambulance and gave her a bear she always kept. His name was Smokey.
Everything changed at that moment. I realized these two girls were my heart.
We settled down in Montana for awhile. Our first Easter Egg Hunt was on a mountainside. Her first motorcycle ride was in the snow. She was bundled up like an eskimo, but she wasn’t a fan of the whole thing. Southern girl I guess.
She always carried Tigger around, even when he was invisible.
We climbed mountains from Montana to Arizona to Virginia. She loved the outdoors. Her spirit for adventure was contagious.
We first climbed a rock face together, when she was 4, at the White Tank Mountains in Arizona. I cradled her and guided her hands and feet. She had no fear. We climbed about 20 feet together, found a really secure place for her to wait so I could climb down and take a picture. We went back and climbed it again when she was about 10, no help this time.
She was so brave, even when she was little. She would jump from the top of a car, or some other high place, into my arms. She was so fearless and adventurous.
Mommy and I would ride around on our bikes, with her in a bike seat. Once her toe got caught in mommy's bike tire. OUCH! I would always try to make the boo boos better. Mommy called me 'Dr. Hoffer' and as an EMT, I learned to help the little owies get better.
I remember taking care of her so many times when she was sick too. One time we were at the emergency room because she kept throwing up. She was 6 or 7 probably. She threw up and there was no place for it to go, so I cupped my hands and caught it. EWWW!
I trained with her from the time she was little. If she got awnry, instead of spankings or timeouts, sometimes I would have her do laps around the house, or wall sits, or arm raises. I was trying to be constructive with her energy since martial arts helped me. I loved teaching other people, especially kids at my dojo in Arizona.
We home-schooled her in second grade. She was our oldest, so she got all our raw ideas. They were more refined by the time they got to the youngest. But Anjelica was a trooper and rose to the challenge.
When she was a baby, she called toilet paper, “pack”. I never understood that. She called a truck, “fuck”, which was always hilarious. One time we got her a picture frame that allowed a person to record a greeting. She said the cutest thing when she saw the picture of her. She said, “look at me, ain’t I cute?” I had her say it again for the recording, but the first time was the best. I still can hear it plain as day in my mind.
She was an interesting little cat. Always seemed to be pondering something more profound than I could understand. Learned so quick, like she really already knew it, but had to play along with this whole ‘little kid thing’.
She could give ya that look, like "really dude?"
She really cut loose with Gramma Sandy. Dressing up like a little diva one minute and a hobo the next. She was adorable as both. It was really hilarious watching her ride Gramma Sandy's big ol exercise bike when she was about 3. I think she always thought she was bigger than she really was. Some of her best times were with Gramma Sandy. They were two peas in a pod. Gramma Sandy called her PUMPKIN DOODLE. She loved the animals at Gramma Sandy's rescue.
She had this habit of having one pant leg up and one down. Or one sock on and the other nowhere to be found. She was a peculiar little thing.
She first broke free from training wheels on a hill at Grandpa Ted’s house in Montana. Summer of 2002. She was almost 6.
The most amazing thing about Anjelica was being a big sister.
It was amazing watching when she first held her first baby sister. I remember how she shyly put her top lip over her bottom and looked at us, as if to say, can I hold her? She was so delicate and caring. Sometimes the baby would get more attention and she would just play in the background without complaint. And then she would kick in helping change diapers or cleaning up. It was truly amazing to see the love in her heart radiate. She is one that would give love in action, not just word.
She was such an organizer. Sometimes she would get her sisters to do skits, or concerts, or cheers. Sometimes she would get them to help clean up. She loved folding socks and doing the organizing that I wasn’t so good at once I became a single dad.
We all loved watching her do her spider climb up door jambs. Her feet would just stick to the sides. I remember first putting her in the doorway when her feet would barely reach. At first she just hung out there. Soon she was climbing it herself.
Her grades were always top of the class. In 4th and 5th grade, she broke school records for reading. Always in a book, with her little glasses falling down her nose.
She was humble and kind and despite her talent for excelling at everything from rock climbing, to mountain hiking, bike riding, softball, basketball, bowling, golf, field hockey, cheering, tennis and on and on. She was even a great little dancer when she was little. But I guess kids are always cute when they try dancing as toddlers. But she seemed to have that extra spunk that drew your eye to her. Maybe I’m biased..
Anjelica was all I could ask for in a daughter. I was a baseball player growing up, so when she started playing teeball I was so happy. It just felt so cool rooting her on at the ball fields, practicing with her at home, and just being part of the excitement of it all.
I loved basketball too and was very proud to see her do her best at that, even when everyone else was bigger and older. She would play with enthusiasm, even if she were on the bench most of the game. She was swimming in the oversized shorts and her glasses would fall down her nose from time to time, but she hustled as if she was just a basket away from being a superstar. Gotta love that heart.
We had so many good times. I remember her first trail ride on her orange mountain bike that I got her. We went to the Great Dismal Swamp. She did 9 miles that day. What I wouldn’t give to go back.
One thing for sure. She had family that loved her and who she loved. When she was taken from my home, she not only lost contact with her father, but lost contact all our family on my side...
It’s hard to cram so many years into a few sentences or even a few pictures. Even after their mommy and I separated, I spent every minute with my girls that I could. Probably spent even more time after we separated, even though my time was cut in half with them. Sometimes it takes losing someone to realize how much you love them.
I feel compelled to tell the world that her name isn’t AJ Hadsell. She grew up as ANJELICA MARIE HOFFER. That’s her name. I need to tell the story about why she ended up with the ugly name, and why I wish it could be changed to anything but hadsell.
I would have adopted her in a minute, but there were issues preventing that, which I later found out to be false.
Their mother and I separated in February 2005.
Their mother left the girls and I at home and after she got her own place we started sharing custody of the three girls 50/50.
In the summer of 2006, their mother took me to court for full custody. We hadn’t even divorced yet.
I believe God helped me in that hard time to retain 50/50 custody of my three girls. During the custody battle, their mother told Anjelica I wasn’t her biological father. I cried to hear this news during our mediation meeting. I should have been part of that conversation.
After the separation, there was always a little tension between their mother and I, but for the most part, we handled the 50/50 pretty good. But things started getting really tense during the summer of 2009.
On August 9, 2009, Anjelica’s mom kept her when she was supposed to come back to me. It was her birthday. This had been happening more and more. Her mom said it was a mistake, but I still got angry and told her to stay at her mom’s if she really wanted to. I regretted that and asked her to come back a couple days later. But she never came back. The younger two girls maintained 50/50 time between mom and dad, so they also lost half the time with their big sister.
IT GETS UGLY…
Now Anjelica was suddenly convinced that her father didn’t care and didn’t love her.
This LIE created a divide that was never healed.
Then the bottom feeding rat came.
On February 17, 2010, this spineless hollow man was released from prison.
He had a long criminal history, including an incident in 2005 where he reportedly hit, strangled, and raped his estranged wife. She immediately went to police and five days later he took her on the run for two weeks. There was a nationwide manhunt, with a $50,000 reward. He was finally tracked down by multiple law enforcement agencies, in Illinois.
This was obviously a very dangerous man.
Despite a host of crimes committed in 2005, he was ultimately only charged for one bank robbery, and served 4 1/2 years.. The state of Ohio waited until after Anjelica was murdered to charge him with Assault, Rape, and Kidnapping. After two years of legal wrangling, he was found guilty only of assault in June of 2018.
He began his prison term in low-security general population and was escalated to serving his last two years and two months in maximum security lockdown at Victorville Federal Penitentiary . While in prison he committed many serious crimes, including stabbing a man multiple times in the face. He was affiliated with the Aryan Brotherhood.
The system failed in its duty to punish or protect.
This selfish low-life went right from lockdown to living with my precious three daughters...
On April 9, 2010, he met the mother of my children at a bar, according to him.
On about April 21, he was living with my girls and their mother.
The probation officer, Tomas Ramirez, did not inform me of this violent career criminal living with my daughters. As a father with 50/50 physical and legal custody, I should have been informed.
They married on May 12.
On May 21, they took Anjelica on their honeymoon to the mountains where his family was staying. I asked the mother not to do this.
I soon found out about this man’s criminal record and recent release from prison. I made many attempts to reason with the mother.
June 2, 2010 I filed for full custody of all three girls.
I informed Judge Joseph P. Massey and the Guardian ad Litem, Charles A. Johnson about this person’s history. The court hearings and the GAL investigation became about my attitude and reactions, rather than the danger I felt my children were in.
This guy had committed crimes that qualified as “Family Abuse”, as defined in Virginia Code. A Family Court Judge is required to consider this as a factor in determining custody. Judge Massey ignored that law and blatantly ignored every one of the clearly listed “Best Interest” statutes. His sole criteria for determining custody was the preference of 13 year old Anjelica, who had obviously been manipulated and lied to.
The Probation Officer, who refused to testify in Family Court, could have shed light on his crimes in prison.
Judge Massey changed my custody of Anjelica from 50/50 to ZERO. No weekends. No evenings. NOTHING. Completely ignoring the best interest of the children.
I maintained 50/50 of my other two girls, which shows that there was nothing wrong with my parenting.
Biology has nothing to do with being a father. I had been granted custody of Anjelica by the courts in 2006.
In his 2010 report, Charles Johnson stated, “Mr. Hoffer is the only father Anjelica has known.”
The 2007 divorce decree lists “Anjelica Hoffer” as one of three of our children.
Anjelica had gone by Hoffer until she was wrongfully adopted by the fraud when she was almost 16, just two years after meeting this worm.
THE PROBLEMS WITH FAMILY COURT
Family court Judges and Guardians are LAWYERS with nearly zero required training in family and child matters.
In Virginia, GALs are required to take a 6 hour online course to be the most important person in deciding custody matters. Other states require as much as 96 hours.
The system is adversarial, rather than truly seeking healthy solutions.
Society's most precious resource - OUR CHILDREN - pay the ultimate price for this broken system.
DESPITE THE BRAINWASHING…
Anjelica managed to spend time with me and the other two girls a several more times.
During the summer of 2011, she came with us to Arizona for a couple weeks to say good-bye to her Gramma Sandy, who always called her ‘Pumkin Doodle’. She called me daddy once on the plane. Probably on accident. That was the last time I heard those words from her. I turned away and cried when I heard her say it because it had been so long since I heard her say that.
I spent most of the next year in Arizona, taking care of my dying mother.
We went bowling and roller skating a few times.
The last time I saw her was the summer of 2014, before she headed off to college, except for one time that she dropped off the girls to my house and I caught a glimpse of her.
Whether my fault or other people’s, she really believed I didn’t love her or consider her my daughter any more. WRONG. My heart was broken without her as my daughter. As was my father and his wife. The rest of my family missed her too.
On March 2, 2015, at the age of 18, Anjelica’s life would be robbed and everybody else’s life was forever changed.
“The forest has been turned to nothing but black and gray ash, but behold - life from the nothing springs forth…”