Sunday, April 12, 2015
30 Days - Day 3
If you're reading this for any kind of a while you know I have a missing daughter.
The years keep climbing on. Years that can never, ever be replaced or lived in harmony with the vanished one.
I've talked to others in the same boat and their stories of reuniting are not encouraging, for the eggshells in dialogue and memory recollection or photographs displayed refresh the pain of loss.
However, for the last few years Missing Daughter has contacted a neighbour of her estranged aunt (she has estranged her entire family), ostensibly to inquire about a son she was close to when she lived with her aunt, but updating her also on her life.
So she is okay. Neighbour fills aunt in, aunt fills MD's father in, father informs Daughter, Daughter tells me.
These are wizened little crumbs scattered on our never-ending love for her.
And part of me thinks: