As time wears on you learn to live with the loss and surrounding anxieties. It is so difficult to stop searching when it has been my only career for the past 23 years. I have been immersed in my missing son’s case. I know he is not coming home. The best I can hope for is we find his remains and lay him to rest. We will probably never know what happened. But how to return to some semblance of normality is a huge struggle. I share my experience to help with others in similar situations. Assisting organizations who are helping with the missing issue is one way. But its not enough. I have been pro-active with social media and created a petition for improved investigations of the missing. I wrote a book looking from the inside out of our missing son’s case. I have consciously heaped more on my shoulders. I feel it is time to throw in the towel and go back to a “normal” life. Whatever that is. But I just can’t let this go. So I come back to it again and again to try to effect change and offer some input shed some light and validate my son existed and pray its not all for naught. My son set me on this path. God willing it wont be for nothing. Damien has to count for something in his 16 years of life.
I has been, and still is, a life sentence.