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.