There will always be another case

There will always be another missing person case.

There will always be disparity in coverage of different cases based on police assessment.

It will never be enough, until the missing are found!

Publicity is all in timing and a media rush for a story.  The scent of money, reward, bit of scandal, perceived or otherwise, it does not matter to the blood sucking cry of the hunt, it does not discriminate.

We assume police will do something and we will get answers we long for. However, in many cases, it becomes plain, it is not going to happen like we hope.

For a myriad of operational reasons police often fall short of expectations. Understaffed, over worked and missing is the least of their concerns.  It’s a social problem in their eyes. Declare the case cold and walk away.

People go missing daily

There is not enough space to accommodate them all on TV programs or in newspaper stories. It is a gloomy moment when you realize it is not your loved one anymore but somebody else who is in the news and missing. Although my heart hurts for another family, it feels very desolate when things are not happening for your child. You are no longer newsworthy, out of the picture an afterthought. Not sale-able, not intriguing enough, not close enough for media convenience.  No longer ‘relevant.’ Alone.

Some cases get more attention, and it is not clear why. It just happens that way and for a brief moment attention is back on the subject of the missing. Which is a positive until it’s forgotten about again.

Accepting loss of media interest took time.  It was anguish and distress heaped onto heartache.  We had to be satisfied with what little publicity we could to get and be glad of it.

I never thought I would have a 28-year career which I never expected, imagined, or wanted. But, it is my son whose life still beats in my heart & soul. Nine months in my body made sure of that link. I think about him daily, doing what I can to keep him in the public eye.

I want him back, in whatever form that might be.

Still searching for answers.

Sadly, this is not unique to us.  Dozens of others who have lost a loved one linger in this limbo of ambiguous loss.  Never giving up.  In some cases, dying before the answers come. Decades later DNA confirms their loved one found is found, but too late. Remains, waiting in a box on a shelf, to be reunited with a name and any remaining loved ones left to care.  It is the best hope we have.

We may never know the how or why they disappeared but that no longer matters so much anymore.  We want them back. Giving them a dignified burial is the best we hope for and if justice comes too, then fine. We will deal with that too.

Hyenas

Having a missing loved one places ordinary people, families left behind to cope, with a lifelong burden.  In our case it’s our son, he was 16 and vanished.

Most of the time journalists are responsible taking time to speak with family and if possible, police.

Without reiterating the details of the case, because it is well documented, I want to talk about the sharks out there.

We families become ‘prey’ for would be bloggers and podcasters who run amok with pen or keyboard without fact checking.  Ripping the skin off those left behind with heartless abandon, creating more theories, more fodder for gossip. One ‘distorted fact’ becomes part of the fabric of the story and as such creates more misinformation for the next amateur.  The sad part? It is out of our control.  I google my son’s name and a zillion random things come up.

It is especially disappointing when I am told someone is writing about my son and I ask them to please stick to the facts, just to find out they have created yet more baseless theories.

Our son is an urban legend. In the public domain and fair game. We are victims without any protection or recourse.

U.K. Long Term Missing Cases

MAY 2024

We have finally been appointed a new cold case officer after a year of asking for updates which have been spasmodic and dismissive then finding we actually didn’t have a case worker at all due to staff changes.   

Something has to change.  Families and friends of LONG TERM missing need better communication from the police.  I appreciate there are staffing issues and many threats in society they have to deal with.  But a email reply with some reassurance we are not forgotten and more importantly our missing person is not forgotten - shouldn’t be too time consuming.

It should be a frustrated family to nudge them for feedback, especially  when information, that may or may not be relevant, has been passed to them.  We deserve an update. Who else can you give it to?  Ultimately it’s the police.

My son going missing is, still, out of character and suspicious. The disappearance of our son is surrounded by much controversy and speculation that he was murdered.  Yet this case, in 27+ years been a MisPers case except briefly a suspected murder when arrests were made and searches done.  14 years after he vanished. Too late!  Then back to MisPers and now Cold Case. The sad truth is unless we make a fuss, it would all just go away like it never happened.  We need change in attitude.  It’s a human being - missing.  We may never find out what happened.  But that doesn’t mean we have to give up trying to get to the truth.

 

Since DNA keeps getting more advanced we hear of cases where remains were found shortly after a person went missing.  However, not identified till decades later due to the advances in DNA.  So there is hope.  It may not give us all the answers.  But finally being able to lay that person to rest and having some resolution would go some way to giving peace to the loved ones and a decent burial for a much loved family member. 

 

It’s a social dilemma.  The numbers of missing are chronic.  Many choose to go missing for a myriad of reasons which is a different slant on the issue and incredibly important too. But many just vanish without any reason and there are not the resources available to stay with a case, except for a few high profile cases - vast numbers of cases are in limbo along with family, friends, co-workers and community at large. 

 

I am going to do what I can to help by raising awareness and sharing my experience with those who are working for change.  But it’s a long haul effort but hopefully one day attitudes will improve surrounding the missing issue. Thanks for reading.

I have written a personal account of living through this unsolicited career of ‘mother of a missing teen.’ But it’s a career I am fiercely dedicated to!

https://www.amazon.com/Boy-Who-Disappeared-Valerie-Nettles/dp/1789460719?dplnkId=88497b60-b56f-41bc-916a-a49eb2ef8b29&nodl=1

Manifesting Christmas

So many good memories live on in my heart from childhood to the moment of writing this.

I reflect on the changes.

It took a tragic loss - and other somewhat expected losses to deplete the joy of holidays, birthdays and otherwise warmly anticipated celebrations.

 

The hardest has definitely been Christmas.  I count some losses in my family as anticipated, having had time to adapt to expectations of the inevitable.  Painful, yet leaving us with happy joyous memories that continue to fill my heart at this time of year.  More importantly, having a place to lay flowers, pay respects and lingering awhile in memories means so much.

 

With gratitude for those memories and traditions we built upon and created a space of happiness for our remaining children at Christmas.  But when the fabric of your little family is torn away, revealing a gaping hole, the magic becomes harder to attain.   Every year a resounding, deafening feeling of loss lingers at the center of our universe.  Engendering the ever-present thoughts and questions - what happened? How did it happen? Did It happen? Or, has he found another life? That grim rollercoaster of not knowing is incessantly percolating.

 

So building upon the scaffolding of times gone by, we endeavored to re-create the ambiance of Christmas. We decorated and baked and played the part. It wasn’t the same. The heart leaden and the soul colder.

 

We are the ones left behind to cope with the unsolved and missing loved ones still in our hearts – every day. Missing but ever present.  Ambiguous loss. (Pauline Boss)

 

I live a life between memories ever defined as ‘before and after’ our wee beautiful boy vanished into the dark November night without a trace.

 

Valerie Nettles

Christmas #27

December 2023

 

Heartless

 The case got cold as I got old but your still out there somewhere. 

No closer to truth than at the start.

We cannot forget you either.

So every day, near three decades now

We hope to get the answer

Birthdays came and birthdays went

All without your laughter

Heavy hearts prevail most days

For your sweet life there is no respite

But to carry a ball and chain

Seeking justice in solitude and darkness

Unseen

In the gloom we are not alone

So many there like us

Lives un-lived looking for the lost

Cast adrift

And  it’s heartless. 

Damien’s 27th missing day

We are still hopeful one day we will have some finality to Damien’s disappearance. In the meantime, this is still a dream.

The reality? We live in this world of missing persons.  We are surrounded by a fraternity of families across the globe who, like ours, wait in a quiet desperation for answers. 

Suffering ambiguous loss as they live a life not fully engaged in the present & lingering in the past.

Every opportunity for light to shine on their loved one's case brings a moment of renewed energy in the midst of flagging confusion, loss and hope. 

Val Nettles Nov 2, 2023

Ambiguous Loss

Memories fizzle & pop

 Stars shine bright in early morning light.  As ever, my mind wanders to you Damien as I ponder your fate.  There is no way to know how you left us.

Rattling through my mind, memories, pop and fizzle like an old black & white cine film.  Your life, fast forwards jerkily, faded snippets of happy times, birthdays, Christmas, and laughter.  The film fizzles, melts to the whirring of an empty reel, a life unfinished, nothing but silence now. Terrifying visions haunt quiet moments. 

I know somewhere under these stars you wait for us, alone. You know I am always looking for you and one day will find you.  Have to. But time is running out, my son.