For those of you who read my Blog posts every day, how did it feel yesterday when you checked my Blog postings…and found nothing new for the day? Disappointing? Frustrating? Sad?
Did you wonder if I was simply too busy to write?
Did you think I was taking time off?
What if, like Cindy, I had disappeared or died, and you’d had no clue.
And what if someone else had posted something on my site informing you of what had happened to me.
Now imagine having your beloved disappear…perhaps your sibling, your partner, your parent, a friend or your adult child…and imagine that you don’t hear about it until two days after the fact!
Would you feel ripped off…wishing you had been told sooner!
That’s what happened to me when Cindy disappeared. She went missing on May 25th and I was informed of the fact on the 27th!
I was stunned. Shocked. Especially since I had received a letter from her on the 26th…only the day before.
How could she be missing for two days already I wondered?
And why hadn’t I been told sooner?
It seemed so unreal. My nightmare had begun. Soon enough the layers of Cindy’s life would be exposed, like a defiant, raw onion that was slowly peeled. I was unaware it would take almost two decades to place together the final pieces of her life and death puzzle.
I was naïve and thought, “She’s O.K. She’s somewhere and we’ll find her.” Because she survived attacks in the past, I had felt this time she would pull through also. She had to. She was my sister. She couldn’t die.
In what would become my journey for the truth, my search for details for understanding what happened to Cindy, I would be enlightened in so many ways. I would realize a healthy person is continually gathering facts in many areas of life, continually obtaining a bigger picture of events and a greater understanding of people, unless he is closed minded and rigid, cloaking himself in the prison of his mind.
Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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