I'm still praying for for resolution as winter again approaches. Ben is not forgotten.Words from Ben's mother on Missing FB Page. Very sad for her and the family.
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MISSING: BEN TYNER
"It is so amazing to see the love and support from all over Canada, the U. S. and Australia. We have heard nothing new. RCMP assures us that they are still actively pursuing Ben’s case. We pray everyday all day that a clue will develop that will help us find Ben. Your prayers are helping us through everyday, and we thank you for them. We hope that you will keep Ben in your prayers, and that something will turn up soon!!"
Sadness at the holidays and every day. From Ben's mother:
Heartbreaking.
As Christmas approaches it becomes very hard to again realize that Ben will not be with us. We miss him terribly and pray continually that he will be found.
I wrote this poem before our Thanksgiving. I had originally titled it “A Son for Christmas.” A friend retitled it and now it applies to everyday, not just Christmas.
Thank you for indulging me. We hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and may 2020 be your best year ever!
“Where is my Son”
As the moment occurs my heart cries out for answers-
It weeps, it bleeds, it cries with frustration.
What is life without my child, my joy, my everything.
Where is my son?
As months pass my spirit begs for help-
The hopelessness, the emptiness become overwhelming.
Prayers, pleas, and supplications are recited everyday.
Where is my son?
As time continues on the Spirit begins to listen-
My despair slowly lifts as my faith intervenes.
Will today be the day that I find my son?
Where is my son?
As life drifts on the Lord becomes my refuge-
He hears my cries, He sees my grief, He surrounds me with love.
He will one day bring me my son.
Where is my son?
- Jen Tyner
2019
MISSING: BEN TYNER
Sadness at the holidays and every day. From Ben's mother:
As Christmas approaches it becomes very hard to again realize that Ben will not be with us. We miss him terribly and pray continually that he will be found.
I wrote this poem before our Thanksgiving. I had originally titled it “A Son for Christmas.” A friend retitled it and now it applies to everyday, not just Christmas.
Thank you for indulging me. We hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and may 2020 be your best year ever!
“Where is my Son”
As the moment occurs my heart cries out for answers-
It weeps, it bleeds, it cries with frustration.
What is life without my child, my joy, my everything.
Where is my son?
As months pass my spirit begs for help-
The hopelessness, the emptiness become overwhelming.
Prayers, pleas, and supplications are recited everyday.
Where is my son?
As time continues on the Spirit begins to listen-
My despair slowly lifts as my faith intervenes.
Will today be the day that I find my son?
Where is my son?
As life drifts on the Lord becomes my refuge-
He hears my cries, He sees my grief, He surrounds me with love.
He will one day bring me my son.
Where is my son?
- Jen Tyner
2019
MISSING: BEN TYNER
Thanks. And you’re right it is a beautiful tribute to Ben. His mom and family have to be in so much pain and for so long.@zecats this is beautiful, thanks for bringing it over here.
Ben’s family must feel so helpless. I think of them often.
Ben & his brother come to mind when I saddle up. I bet on long rides checking his herd, Jack must think of Ben & all the great rides they shared, longing for those days again, wishing Ben had never relocated to Ca.
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