I don’t know how I got here.

When did I become the mother of a missing child.? How does that even happen?

There is no guarantees in life. I know that. You know that. I just never thought something like this would happen to me.

Oh I was never naive in thinking that tragedies couldn’t occur. But I thought it would happen to someone else.

I thought I was exempt.

Now I find myself in this in between place where fear takes hold and never ending grief is my constant companion.

“You are so strong “ says the others.

I am because I am a mother forged of steel and fire. I need to be to withstand these winds that threaten to blow me over.

I won’t break because my son needs to be found and brought home to me.

Only then can I fall to my knees and weep.