The Fact

I remember when I had that hope. Setting items on the steps thinking two boys would individually see them and identify what was theirs and take up the stairs into the appropriate drawer or closet or bedroom space. I remember items sitting there a while. A few days. A reminder.

Today as I see this wind up on my Facebook feed, scrolling, I was immediately back then. When I had a family. Before tragedy struck. Before my 16-year-old son, Sam, went forever missing.

My mind races to the first moments, then days and always excruciating pain of living through a moment to get through what was impossible to know. I know it all the time now so do I breathe easier? It’s overtaken always by the fact. You’re gone. #muchlovetosam