I was reading through chapter 3 (Finding Cindy’s Body) of my book, checking for an error before the formatting/layout is complete, and realized it has been eighteen years since Cindy’s death. When I glanced at the calendar I realized today is the 27th, and she had disappeared on the 25th of May in 1989. I was shocked to realize this is the first year since her disappearance that I have not been conscious of the date in relation to Cindy’s tragedy.
What was I doing two days ago that it had slipped my mind?
I had been fully engaged in living…had my hair cut…took my child to REP soccer practice…watched, along with my family, the spectacular fireworks that signaled the start of the yearly local festivities of May Days…and never realized Cindy had disappeared eighteen years ago.
Now it feels like those bursts of color in the air last Friday signaled a more significant event for me.
And I have tears in my eyes.
Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My Friend
The unsolved mystery of the death of Cindy James