It's Christmas morning.
Sadness
.... is a word used to describe an emotion, a feeling. There are many events that occur during our lives that might cause that feeling and we use that word to describe an effect of those events. Most times, the word and its meaning is adequate, sufficient. It tells enough of the story.
But regarding the event of Lindsey Baum's disappearance and the effect it has had on her family and friends that word is completely inadequate, an understatement. In fact, it misses the mark entirely.
I've never been to Washington state. In fact, I live more than 2,000 miles away from McCleary.
But this thing we call the 'Internet' has transported me to McCleary. I've studied maps. I know the road names, where they intersect, and where they do not. I've studied photos. I've read descriptions from locals. I've watched news videos. Because of this experience, I am 'in' McCleary.
I could walk directly to the video store from anywhere in McCleary, and rent a movie. Then, I could stop by the Subway to order a sandwhich, to eat later while we watch the movie. I could walk to Gordon's and pick up some daily needs groceries. After exiting Gordon's I could turn my head to the right to look at Simpson's building, and note how non-descript it appears except for the odd mechanicals extending above the roof line.
I could walk past the pizza shop, no need to stop in since I bought Subway. From there I could walk past the police station. The only indication is a POLICE sign hanging above the entrance area. Sometimes a patrol car is parked in the lot adjoing the building.
After walking past the patrol car and past the park and I could stop by the Shell station convenience store and buy candy, for a snack after eating the Subway and watching the rest of the movie.
I could walk past storage garages on 3rd and cross the road to the park n ride lot. I could walk around the small 'bus station' building and note that it appears as fairly new, clean. I could cross 3rd St again and walk to Mommsen. I could continue northeast on Mommsen, to the Baum house.
Here I am, a complete stranger to the small world that is McCleary. Where children frequented the streets. They rode their bicycles, played in the park. They talked about themselves and about each other. They talked about what they were going to do during the summer. When evening set in they would go back to their homes, and experience family. Many would inwardly be impatient for the next day to arrive, when they could once again visit with friends and simply ... do what kids do.
That was McCleary. A McCleary I've never visited and in fact never knew existed. But it is real.
Now, for many children and parents, that McCleary is on hold.
'Normal' life in McCleary is suspended from that previous, happy, life-as-usual existence. One mysterious event involving one precious child has moved all of McCleary from that previous existence to a cold, hard reality of sadness.
Do you now understand what I mean? That word is inadequate. An understatement. It does not tell the whole story.
To the Baum family and to their close friends, I might say to you to not give up hope, to continue in Life and enjoy your loved ones. Support each other. Lindsey will feel that love, no matter where she might be.
Let us not forget those who are missing, and hope for the days for when they will come home. Tommorow is never guaranteed to anyone. Today is what we have and where we are. Make the best of each 'today', and you will never regret yesterday.
Happy Holidays to all.