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.
