Hi all, I am a newbie here as well but have become so engrossed in the disappearance of Kyron. It breaks my heart to read not only about this sweet little boy, but so many sweet, innocent, babies becoming victim to tragedy. i have a lot of questions, (as I think we all do as evident by the many many posts and threads) but mostly I am here because I can relate to having my 7 year old son disappear from school. I wanted to share with all of you what happened with my kiddo because things happen so easily and quickly sometimes it is frightening. I apologize for the long post but I feel like I really need to share our story. If nothing else, for awareness.
Last September, on a Friday afternoon, I received a call at work from my husband. It was 4:30 and my youngest son who I'll refer to as "R" (age 7 - second grade) did not come home on the bus. The bus is always at our house by 4:10. Ironically, it was the first time, EVER, my oldest son rode a different bus home with a friend and was not on the bus with my youngest. It's 4:30 and my little one didn't make it home. FWIW the busses here stop at every driveway. So, I immediately called the school - praying someone would answer b/c technically school is over at 4:00 and it was a Friday afternoon afterall. The secretary answers (thankfully!) and I explain that R didn't come home on the bus and asked if he was still at school. The secretary put me on hold and came back to the line to say R was not there. I'm starting to panic a little but still in control. So with my office phone in one hand and cell in the other, I call my husband back to tell him to call the bus barn to get in touch with our bus driver. In the meantime the secretary tells me that one of the teachers saw R get on the bus. Ok, great. I'm so relieved. However, my husband calls me back to say that he just heard from the bus director that in speaking with our driver R did not get on our bus. I am still on the phone with the secretary as she had ask me to hold the line with her until my husband confirmed R being on the bus. It's now 4:45 and my son has been, in my mind, missing since 4:00 PM. I tell the secretary I'm calling 911... get this, she tried to talk me out of it!!! I told her to stay on the line with me I'm calling 911. By this point I feel utterly frantic. I have two phones to my ear, office and cell and after giving all of the details to the 911 operator... I start calling everyone I know to find out if they saw R. My husband and I spend the next 20 minutes trying to find him. By now, a co-worker of mine has offered to drive me to the school so I can keep trying to get in touch with someone, anyone, who might know where he is.
Let me tell you, I was not holding it together well at all. I literally felt like I could jump out of the car and run to the school faster. I needed to be there, NOW! I have never felt so helpless, terrified, and alone as I did that day.
Trying not to drag this out but I'm literally reliving this as I type it. You have to understand my phone was going crazy. I was on with one person and would get another call from another parent, then another then another etc., the whole way to the school. (My office was about 25 mins away with no traffic) The police asked my husband to stay at our house and they were sending someone to talk with him and they wanted someone to be home incase R decided to walk home etc., By now it is 5:00 PM and still no word. The school secretary calls me back to say they think they might have put R on the wrong bus and they are trying to verify. My co-worker had to pull the car over because I got physically ill on the way to the school. It was awful.
At 5:16 PM, I will remember that moment for the rest of my life, the 911 operator called me on my cell phone to tell me a sheriff's deputy had found R. He had been sent to the Boys and Girls Club "after school program" on a bus from our school. This program was held at another school in our district. The operator told me they would keep R there and only release him to me or my husband.
I got to the school where R was about ten minutes after getting the call and was amazed at the amount of people there. In that relatively short (although longest hour and 16 minutes of my life) multiple parents had been out looking for R, several teachers, the school safety/security officers, just so many people. Many of them were at the school waiting for me when I got there as word traveled fast in our little community of R's whereabouts once he was found.
So, in trying to conclude this super long story let me tell you the short of what happened. R's teacher, sent him to this program after receiving an email from the secretary and in her rush to read the email got my son mixed up with another student with a similar name. R didn't question it. His teacher told him I said he needed to go. AND, the real kicker? My son had never ever been to this program and so not only did she not question sending him, but the program didn't think it was odd at all that this new 7 year old would just show up out of the blue. And finally, to top it all off.... they tried to send R hom with the family they "thought" he belonged with. No paperwork, no nothing on R there but he was there playing and having a grand time for over an hour.
Sickening isn't it? So, while I have opinions on what may or may not have happened and there are so many valid points here on this forum, I just simply don't know what happened, or where Kyron may be. I pray for this little one and his family that they too will have a happy ending. The sheer terror I experienced in less than two hours was enough to last me a lifetime. I cannot imagine what his family is feeling.
But one thing is for sure, this story really hit home for me. The similarities are uncanny. Friday afternoon, doesn't come home on the bus, 7 year old, second grade boy. Also, our school although only K-6 is about the same size in total number of students as Skyline. I just wish I could do something, anything to help find Kyron. Come home sweet baby!!