Later on it hit me what I was looking at...... Joseph. (I did check with the moderators at the Facebook page, she had two.)
Maybe it is something you understand more after you become a parent. It melts my heart to see my son who is around 4 now, carry around his toys, and talk to them and hug them. (No they don't seem to talk back to him.) Even at his age he displays a need for understanding and companionship. Something that you get us unconditionally from your parents that we forget it is not the same in the real world. Except for things like Joseph. That no matter where you are, or where you are going, that a piece of home is with you.
When you drown yourself in facts you tend to forget that this is what drives a person to seek answers. Those movies that play over and over again in your head, your kid at 4 or 5 smiling back at you, random hugs, her sleeping on the couch book still open in front of her. Though they might be a grown person, all that you really see is that lost little girl who you have had the privilege to tuck into bed night after night. Moments where life's meaning is completely
understood.
I can't really stand going without seeing my son for more than a day. Even if I can lay eyes on him for a few minutes and see for myself that he is okay I feel better. It's hard to imagine what it has been like waiting 15 years.
I'm not going to argue facts or details on this post. I think that there is plenty of that out there now, and enough of it is probably more credible than my observations. I always geared my blog towards a conversation rather than setting stone, to open mindedness rather than conclusions. So I will leave you with the question that I have been wrestling with the last few weeks. What would you do if it was your kid?
