I just posted happy birthday greetings, and started sobbing. I tend to be someone who feels the pain of others greatly, probably because I've had plenty of my own, but I'm also kind of a prickly old pragmatist.
So me sobbing for someone else's child is hard for me to understand. Shedding a tear, yes. Sobbing?
But it's his birthday.
I don't know if it's just his sweet little smile, his earnestness, Desiree's strength in the face of tremendous grief... This case is... more personal. And maybe partly that my middle son is only a month and a week younger than Kyron, and reminds me of him.
What does this little boy mean to you? What is it that has us so passionately involved? I have to check, every day for news, I pray every night for miracles.
What about you?
I'm feeling a bit like an idiot here, someone else jump in the pool, I keep telling myself I'm not the only one who is so worked up over this little boy.
I'm posting this before I read any posts other than the OP because I want to post my reason w/out incorporating other's thoughts. I will read everyone's posts after, though.
My only son is 24. He was shuffled from home to home since the age of 2. He was the victim of my divorce from his father. We spent his entire childhood in court. He has 4 lawyers and numerous police officers in his family history.
While I don't doubt anyone in his family loves him, some don't love him appropriately by putting his best interest at heart. They are more concerned about winning.
All this resulted in my son becoming a very troubled teen and now struggling as a young adult. He and I are still very close and I talk to him most every day. He is currently incarcerated because of drug addiction issues.
For me, Kryon represents innocence and little boys who don't really have any control over the adults that are making decisions for them. For all intents and purposes, all the important adults in his life seemed to love him. But yet somehow, it seems as if one of those people might be responsible for his disappearnce/demise.
I'm a praying woman. I don't remember praying as much for someone I have never met, Kyron Horman and his parents, other than Laci Peterson and her family.