Just checking in this morning. I so hoped our boy would be found before another calendar page is turned. We've been given an extra day this month, please let him be found today.
You guys, a little story, please bear with me...
We have woods next to our home and my boys and all the neighborhood kids play there. Yesterday my baby, who would tell you he is NOT a baby (he's right - he's 7 - but my heart doesn't believe it), got hung up on part of a tree while working on their "fort". His snow pants were caught and he couldn't get loose and was clinging to a branch with his feet a few inches off the ground. His screams for help brought me running out of the house in short sleeves and slippers (in MN!). He needed help urgently and I could tell by the sound of his voice. Nothing could have kept me from getting to him. My 13 year old was farther back in the woods, but closer than me. I still got to him first.
I can't stand the thought of him screaming for help and not being able to get to him. This was minor and he probably wouldn't have been hurt badly if he had fallen, but he was scared. How dare someone take a child, hurt a child, keep a child from his mother when he's scared. I can't stand thinking of Gannon's last moments, but with effort I can turn my attention away from that horror and focus on something else. His mama doesn't have that luxury. I know she has hope right now, but when he is found, his final moments when he needed and wanted her and she didn't know are going to haunt her. Nothing that awful will ever happen to LS, even if the most awful of awful things are done to her (and I hope they are), she'll never suffer like LH.
My heart is breaking for that adorable boy and the people who love him.
I'm going back to catch up, but obviously I need to back away from this case. I just hope he's found today. Come home, baby boy.