Three weeks. I’d been counting everyday since Steve disappeared because I believe that counting the days he’s not home will eventually end & he’ll be back.
Grief. I’d always associated grief with death. Initially, I don’t want that word to associate with what I’m feeling. Someone enlightened me that grief is about loss & not necessarily just about death. Now, I accept t…he fact that I do grieve because he’s not with me at this moment, wondering & not knowing where he is. I do grieve that our little munchkin doesn’t have a Daddy to hug & play with right now. At a certain time everyday, I always look at our entry door & expecting he’ll be coming in. The little one would hear & recognize the keys jiggling & call out, “Daddy, Daddy, watch Elmo, watch Elmo!” Precious moments.
My girlfriends took care of Kyle today because I have to make up time for work. I have an amazing boss who understands my predicament. It’s so true that you realize who your real friends are at critical moments in your life. And when you do, make sure you keep them. Old friends had been reaching out to me. I’d always cherished those connections. It’s incredible & I’m grateful.
Three weeks. Someone out there must have seen him. It’s impossible that no one did. If anyone knows something, please reach out to our family, reach out to the Burbank Police Department at (818) 238-3000 or the FBI at (310) 477-6565. Please share this page because a friend of a friend of your friend might recognize him.