I'm a pretty upbeat person to those who know me and to any bloggers who happened to land here even though I don't know them "face to face". I figure there's enough gloom and doom in the world and we just don't need to read/see it while spending precious spare time blog-hopping.
Once in a while something breaks through my Scarlett O'Hara (I'll worry bout that tommorah) pessimism...
Today was one of those days...
And if you don't have tissues handy, please close this window now.
I'll keep this background part short first.
In 1996 our 18 yr old nephew went missing. Or so we thought. After searching along the Sacramento River for weeks, we found he wasn't just missing. He had been murdered and his body was found at a marina near our home.
It was hard. It was difficult. The subsequent arrest and conviction of an aquaintance of the family made the horror worse.
Even though Nick was not a little boy, he was still a very worthy human being.
So when we hear in the news that a child (no matter the age) has gone missing...well it doesn't just break my heart, it tears at the inner core of what makes me human.
Recently, an 8 yr old went missing in an area not too far from us and her picture was all over the national news. Scores of volunteers and law enforcement were combing the area. A piece of video from a camera mounted on her home showed her skipping along the driveway.
From the first moment I saw the news reports, I just wanted to scream at the TV..."check any water areas first!"
And the sad thing is...
The authorities found Sandra Cantu about 2 miles from her home today.
In a canal. In a suitcase.
And I am heartbroken that a very worthy human being is no longer with her family.
Please keep her family in your thoughts and prayers.