Worth Writing

Sleep well, indeed, Stephanie’s Monkey. The toughest loves of our lives, are often the hardest to let go. Thanks, Steph, for writing to me at mysteryoriley.com. I know you found us by accident, but, not really. So many of us who are on the journey of losing our children seem to find each other by accident, then realize…there are no accidents. We find each other because we need someone (a lot of someones) to hear our “me too” stories. I love it that you commented on my blog about Owen, and shared your loss of Seanna. I can’t know your exact pain, but I can know the level of the loss, the robbery of the loss, and the anger at the loss happening without your complete knowledge of the circumstances.

Then, there are the authorities who give us so little of themselves in finding out the facts, when, in fact, we’ve been led to believe that’s what they’re not only paid to do, but are committed to, in their professions. What a farce, and we are left to guess, envision, wonder, and live in the unknown.

I am so terribly sorry for your loss of Seanna. She seems like one of the “innocents” – at the mercy of a world that does not understand her, and working so hard to get by, and enjoy just a moment at a time, as that may have been all she could handle. Owen always looked out for the others, the kids who were even more sensitive than he was, and he defended them as though they were his own children, at times. I hope he and Seanna have found each other, and that he can take her hand, walk her through the tall grasses, and they can laugh at the stars when they twinkle at night, each of them wondering…why…and thinking, how lovely.