badhorsie
Mouth operational, brain elsewhere...
Does this case remind anyone of the Mccann case? I can see so many parallels. Unfortunately that case has never been solved
Does this case remind anyone of the Mccann case? I can see so many parallels. Unfortunately that case has never been solved
I think the idea of a rest day is bizarre as all get out. There is no "rest" day for the parents of a missing child. Let me tell ya....every moment of every day you are pacing the floors, walking the sidewalks, calling someone on the phone, begging anyone who will listen to help you...anything you can do to find your child. I was almost mad with energy and exhaustion all at the same time. Over time, you feel yourself begin to detach...as if you are watching yourself from afar. This coping mechanism is natural and part of self-protection. Its surreal.
The anti-anxiety medication simply keeps you from being hysterical. I begged LE to camp out at my house...I asked to drive, call, search, plead...anything they could find for me to do, I wanted to do it. I retold every detail about my child that I could remember...every place we had been, every friend he had, every place he had spent the night, all of his teachers and classes and little hobbies. I pulled out all the pictures and awards and little hand prints....we took his room apart searching for any clue. There were no hours in the day...day and night all blended together.
Even now, years since the event, my heart races at the thought of those days. When hubby and I discuss it, we both get very animated with loud voices and tears and odd details that we still remember. If it gets on my mind, I still can't sleep....I have to get up and move around. Thank God for ambien.
Life is never the same again, even when your child is recovered. Even when they grow up...you still have residual challenges. There is the child and their issues....you and yours. And then your other children who are greatly effected. Every one is traumatized to some level. To this day, even now that the siblings are older, they call to check on us and each other throughout the day...between classes and jobs. When hubby and I are out, they call to check on us EVERY TIME they hear a siren. Our son who was missing has grown up and has somewhat removed himself from our lives even though we have sought every kind of help we can. We hear about him through a few contacts...but our whole relationship is complicated and painful.
Nothing is the same again...nothing.
Does this case remind anyone of the Mccann case? I can see so many parallels. Unfortunately that case has never been solved
I think I would call Tim Miller.....and America's Most Wanted, instead of appearing on Nightline with nothing new to say that hadn't been said on all the news outlets for 7 days. If I were afraid of LE, I'd call Jose Baez or Lin Wood. So odd they haven't gotten an attorney - and TES is normally always called....although he did file a suit against the Anthony's for wasting the money that was needed for legitimate searches.
Of course this is hard on them, but as a parent, you do what you have to do, and then you rest.
Why wouldn't they just say if that happened though? 6 and 8 are too young to be charged with anything, so its not like they would need to protect their son.
I think the idea of a rest day is bizarre as all get out. There is no "rest" day for the parents of a missing child. Let me tell ya....every moment of every day you are pacing the floors, walking the sidewalks, calling someone on the phone, begging anyone who will listen to help you...anything you can do to find your child. I was almost mad with energy and exhaustion all at the same time. Over time, you feel yourself begin to detach...as if you are watching yourself from afar. This coping mechanism is natural and part of self-protection. Its surreal.
The anti-anxiety medication simply keeps you from being hysterical. I begged LE to camp out at my house...I asked to drive, call, search, plead...anything they could find for me to do, I wanted to do it. I retold every detail about my child that I could remember...every place we had been, every friend he had, every place he had spent the night, all of his teachers and classes and little hobbies. I pulled out all the pictures and awards and little hand prints....we took his room apart searching for any clue. There were no hours in the day...day and night all blended together.
Even now, years since the event, my heart races at the thought of those days. When hubby and I discuss it, we both get very animated with loud voices and tears and odd details that we still remember. If it gets on my mind, I still can't sleep....I have to get up and move around. Thank God for ambien.
Life is never the same again, even when your child is recovered. Even when they grow up...you still have residual challenges. There is the child and their issues....you and yours. And then your other children who are greatly effected. Every one is traumatized to some level. To this day, even now that the siblings are older, they call to check on us and each other throughout the day...between classes and jobs. When hubby and I are out, they call to check on us EVERY TIME they hear a siren. Our son who was missing has grown up and has somewhat removed himself from our lives even though we have sought every kind of help we can. We hear about him through a few contacts...but our whole relationship is complicated and painful.
Nothing is the same again...nothing.
That is true, but sometimes people do stupid things when they are scared and trying to protect someone they love. Even if something happened that was an accident... the guilt would consume that person for the rest of their life.
I was pushing my baby brother in a stroller when he was little and the stroller tipped over and he bashed his head. I was only 4... My brother now has severe epilepsy and I always wonder if it was because of the accident.
Could be the boy tried to put down the side of the crib and the baby fell out... who knows.. but, that kitten does seem to mentioned a lot.
Feeling sad, but still clinging to hope for Lisa.
I would like to know if Debbie admitted to leaving the door unlocked for the first time straight off (and it just wasn't reported til later). Or, did she remember not locking the door only after window entry/exit possibility was tested and excluded.
Does this case remind anyone of the Mccann case? I can see so many parallels. Unfortunately that case has never been solved
I say that's a real good thought......Maybe the parents are talking to the FBI and not the KCPD.
I don't believe this has been confirmed unless you have a link, about speaking with the FBI. I believe someone in the family said he was going to do that, but we don't know if it happened as far as I know.
I'm on the fence, but I notice a lot of posters suspecting the mom. Does anyone think mom is not involved and dad is? I just don't see the mom being involved. Maybe it's false hope on my part.