The blog of missing: Day 24

Today has been difficult.
More than three weeks since I last positively knew Jake was safe.
When I eat, I think, “Is Jake hungry?”
When I go to bed, I think, “Where is Jake sleeping?”
When it’s hot outside, I think, “Does Jake have water?”
He can’t borrow a phone. Is he disoriented?
Is he all right?
Is he all right?

I can’t turn it off.

If this had happened during the time he’d kept me at arm’s length, I wouldn’t even know he was missing.
But he texted, called, or visited nearly every day from late February onward.

I am bereft of the son I just got back.

I wonder if this is the beginning of a long, dark summer.

Posted: May 25th, 2016 under memoir, The Blog of Missing.
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Comments

Comment from Anonymous
May 25, 2016 at 6:01 am

I don’t have any answers, Stacy. I don’t have any useless platitudes. All I can do is pray.

Comment from Bev
May 27, 2016 at 7:06 am

I am so sorry, this must be so hard for you!

Comment from Stacy
May 27, 2016 at 8:24 am

Thank you. *hug*

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