Missing: 101

101 days. No word. I still don’t know where my son is or if he is okay. I am thankful for people who ask about Jake. Please don’t stop.

I’ve been dragging my feet about posting because it means I have to unbolt the hatch to the compartment where overwhelm lives. Overwhelm is a troll and he gives me the willies.

Today I did a DNA swab, something else I’ve been dragging my feet about because of what it means. It means I’m traveling a landscape littered with dry bones, scoured by dusty winds that leave your eyes scraped and gritty. This desolate country is no place for mothers.

Today the troll is my shadow.

We walk on because we must.
I pray that Jake is, too.

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Posted: August 9th, 2016 under memoir, The Blog of Missing, Writing.
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Comments

Comment from Stella
August 10, 2016 at 4:45 am

My heart goes out to you Stacy. Continuing to pray for his safe return. Try to stay strong.

Comment from Stacy
August 10, 2016 at 6:54 am

*hug* Thank you.

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