This is the blog Kathy has written on myspace. This is just heartbreaking!!!! We need to keep digging friends, and find out what happened to Joe.
Monday, November 24, 2008
"Someone"
"SOMEONE" knows where my son is.
I am begging from the deepest part of my soul for SOMEONE to tell us where Joe is.
SOMEONE out there is thinking "time heals all wounds." SOMEONE is thinking "they will get over it in time." SOMEONE is dangling like puppets, SO many lives.
THIS WILL NEVER GO AWAY, WE WONT EVER GIVE UP OR FORGET. WE CANT AND WONT EVER BE OKAY WITHOUT FINDING JOE! There is SO much suffering, of so many people. Without finding Joe, there is no starting place to heal.
Every single day I can literally feel myself DIE a little more. SOMEONE can help my family have a chance at life. PLEASE can SOMEONE tell me where my baby is. All that matters is finding Joe… no matter what that means. I don't have to know who, what, or why.
PLEASE DEAR GOD WILL "SOMEBODY" JUST TELL ME WHERE!
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My missing son
Current mood: tired
PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG
My intention in writing this blog is for "3" specific purposes.
1. To find my son.
2. To help raise awareness about our country's epidemic of missing, and unidentified persons.
3. To help people who have NOT had a missing loved one understand, or have the tiniest peek into what life is like for those of us who have.
Knowledge is power, and educating yourself could make the difference of YOU one day being forced to wear these shoes. It's much easier to turn away from a poster of a missing person, than to acknowledge that the horrific reality that family is forced to live COULD be yours. I'm saying this from experience, and I'm completely ashamed to say that I used to be someone that turned my head away. It was far too painful to imagine, and I believed that "THIS COULDN'T HAPPEN TO ME."
*(More on this in a section below)
"IT COULDN'T HAPPEN TO ME"…BUT IT DID!"
When it DID happen to me, I was totally mindless and in shock… and naively trusted that officials who I thought I could count on would know what to do… and that they would do the right thing.
*I welcome any constructive thoughts and ideas for help in finding my son, and/or ANY missing person. Please understand and respect that…..
THIS BLOG IS NOT:
A forum for debate
An outlet for those who seek/feed off drama
A chat room
My worst fear has always been: "Oh my god! I don't know what I would do if something ever happened to one of my kids." I believed with my whole heart and soul that if something did happen to one of them, that I would just go to my bed and die.
I believe that most parents have run the "what if" scenario through their mind at some point. It's a parents worst fear.
Please hear me when I say that the reality I'm forced to live now is SO much worse than my fear and motherly worry imagined it could be. This never ending second to second, breath to breath nightmare is a billion worlds away from my worst worries and fears.
I now have a severe case of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.) It's not my intention to hurt anyone, and I apologize in advance for anything I say that might be offensive. I'm just trying to be heard, and to help in some way that others may not have to live what my family and I are forced to live…and to FIND MY MISSING SON!
I'm not looking for pity. There's no purpose in it, and honestly pity only adds to the overwhelming intensity of the shatteredness that I already feel. Just please try and imagine, and take a peek into a shattered mind, body, spirit, and soul.
Below is a letter that I wrote to the editor of our local newspaper about 6 months after Joe went missing. Of course, it was never printed.
(I have since learned that my story is very common. The issues in this letter to the editor are very common… all over the country!)
"IT COULDN'T HAPPEN TO ME"…BUT IT DID!
Fellow residents of Bremerton:
When it comes to tragedy, very often we tell ourselves "It couldn't happen to me." It's my opinion that we do this as a way of protecting ourselves from thoughts too horrifying to consider tossing around in our minds. When tragedy does strike unexpectedly, you may be left in a mental fog that's incapacitating, and leaves you at the mercy of others to know what to do.
On some level, we neatly tuck away the idea in our minds that if a tragedy did strike our family, the community resources we believe we can count on would be there to offer guidance, and help see us through. Please take a few moments to continue reading so you don't find yourself in a situation too horrible to imagine as I have.
The issues that I'm addressing in this letter are huge problems in our city, that need to be brought to the attention of Bremerton residents.
The worst kind of tragedy has struck my family. After six months of living a torturous minute to minute hell, I'm trying to bring these issues out in the open so they can be made right. Bringing public awareness to these problems is long overdue, but I needed to regain some mental clarity and to be sure that vengeance was not my driving force.
A parents' worst fear became my reality on January 5th 2006, the day my son (Joe Pichler) went missing… "It could, and did happen to me."
The instinctual knowing of my mothers intuition took me to my knees. I knew immediately that someone had hurt my baby… something was very wrong.
Barely able to breath, much less function, my husband and I went to law enforcement for help. We trusted that they would know what to do, and that they would be there to offer support, and to help us in any way possible to find my son. Our physical and mental numbness left us no alternative to believe otherwise. A detective told my husband and I that Joe had committed suicide, and that there was nothing to do except wait over the next couple months for his body to wash to shore. Those words are tattooed in my mind and are the words that for the next several weeks turned us into mindless zombies. The one and only thought in our minds was to find Joe, the only thought we were capable of.
It wasn't until weeks later that the fog lifted enough to question the theory that brought the police to their conclusion about my son. By that time a lot of precious time and evidence was lost. There is no proof or evidence that my son committed suicide, or that he was a victim of foul play. It is possible, yet very unlikely that my son left of his own free will, or that he's wandering around somewhere with amnesia. We are a very close family and Joe would never have willingly disappeared. It's not in my son's nature to be that hurtful and anyone who knows him can attest to that.
My sons apartment, and his car were not processed for evidence. Due to the hasty conclusions made by a department we thought we could trust, all scenarios in this case were not considered. I have made several attempts to contact the Chief of police to discuss this situation. To this day I have not yet even received a phone call from him. I have also made several attempts to contact the Mayor. After waiting an entire month for the Mayor to call me back, I went to his office again. The Mayor's first response upon our meeting was to lash out and yell at me, saying that I should not come to him with problems with the police. He yelled: "that's not my job!" and he walked away.
Five and a half months after my son went missing I received my first packet of information from the police department. "What to do if your loved one is missing."
Finally after 5 and a half months, law enforcement officials do not believe that my son is in the water, that he did not jump off the bridge… we've known that all along but no one would listen.
When I asked them that day, 'what can you do now to find my son?' The response from them was, "We're at a loss."
My family has lived in Bremerton for over 25 years, and most certainly don't deserve the treatment we've received from officials in our community.
My intention here now, is to bring awareness to fellow residents that in a time of crisis you may end up alone, as my family is.
There needs to be resources available, and officials in our city concerned about the residents as a first priority… not the new condo's downtown and the money they may bring. The well being, and security of the children in our city need to be the number "1" priority. As Parents, and members of this community we are responsible to see that these needs are met. Bremerton is our home, and this "could" happen to you.
Sincerely,
Kathy Pichler
(Almost 3 years later- I have still not even seen, much less spoken to the Chief of police, or the Mayor.)
Most days now consist of :
Trying to keep my 'tough shoes' on, and hang on to the thin, short string of sanity that I have left.
Dealing with constant PANIC, racing heart, nausea, a sense of failure, and worthlessness over the inability to find my son.
Having to endure physical and emotional pain SO intense that it hurts to breath, and feeling guilty that I'm able to. Is my son breathing? Is he warm? Has he eaten today?!?!
Managing PTSD symptoms.
Grasping onto bits of courage and strength to be able to do 'something' in the way of finding Joe.
Trying to find and maintain a portion of my old self as a wife and mother. My family is very broken too.
Having faith that getting out of bed is a good decision, and that one day I will understand why this nightmare was put upon us.
Trying to make some sort of normalcy in our lives, and be a source of strength for my family, when the 'strength, and normal' containers are completely empty!
I'm expected to face reality, and get on with my life. There is no reality here to face! There are no answers to ANY questions!
Trying to be strong and brave, while "MY CHILD IS MISSING."!!!
My mother's instinct told me from the beginning: "SOMEONE has done something very bad to my son. I feel like my motherly instinct should also be there to lead me to him.
I am Joe's momma, and I CANT FIND HIM!
People have also said that as Joe's mom, I should instinctually be led to him. Well it's NOT happening that way, ...can SOMEONE please just tell us WHERE my son is!
People have said:
"Have a memorial, let it go, put some CLOSURE to the whole situation."
FYI- The word CLOSURE is NOT a word that family members of missing persons want to hear. It doesn't sit well on our ears, and doesn't/can't apply.
Can SOMEONE PLEASE tell us where Joe is...
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