rjh01
Gentleman of leisure
Look after yourself KellyJ. If you need a break, then have one. You cannot look after anyone else if you do not look after yourself.
Kelly, I have little mental lists I make up in my head. Top Ten Favorite Movies. Top Ten Favorite Books.
You are now on my Top Ten Heroes list. With my dad, Abraham Lincoln, and other distinguished members. Not even James Randi is on that list, Kelly.
I have lain in bed many nights in recent weeks pondering what is impossible for me to know. What it is to suffer through the disappearance of one of my children without any clue as to where he might be. That all by itself cannot be approached to even a reasonable degree of approximation by my imagination.
And then I think about the additional horrors the parent of a missing child must endure. Sitting by the phone waiting as the remains of yet another found body are examined. Pressured by vampiric psychics preying on your parental instincts to hand over your precious resources to them rather than put those resources to productive use. Dealing with heartwrenching anguish in the middle of the night, crying out your child's name over and over. Where are you? Where are you?
Any mortal human being would be crushed by these weights. Immobilized by the harshest of realities. But you have somehow made your way to your feet and begun not only lifting your fellow sufferers up from the earth and helping them to breathe again, you have begun swinging back at those who would stand on your prostrate, grieving form as they lift your purse.
I am humbled, honored, awed, and losing tears by the bucket just thinking about it. Thank you so much for coming here. Thank you so much for being here.
Well, as she said on the 18th:Where is KellyJ? She has not posted here since 21 May. Maybe caring for her son?
She's a busy, busy lady.This type of event does take your breath away. I am doing what I can to keep up with my normal work, and to support the other family who is waiting. (and mine) Other sites and the blog are not a priority at this time. On top of that, my other son graduates from high school this weekend, so we need to focus on that, too. We are doing ok, though. I am just very fatigued.

Personally, I'm hoping she's taking some time to rest and recharge, and is just basking in the afterglow of her son's graduation.
Right now at this moment, an up and coming geographical profiler (one who uses fbi science to locate), and the family of a missing woman in Ga. are partaking in the Carla Baron experience. Will they listen, probably not. How many families will have to experience "adding insult to injury" before finally seeing....
Hi Robert!
Monday. I shall rest on Monday, and then work on catching up and finishing the blog series.
Kelly, I have little mental lists I make up in my head. Top Ten Favorite Movies. Top Ten Favorite Books.
You are now on my Top Ten Heroes list. With my dad, Abraham Lincoln, and other distinguished members. Not even James Randi is on that list, Kelly.
I have lain in bed many nights in recent weeks pondering what is impossible for me to know. What it is to suffer through the disappearance of one of my children without any clue as to where he might be. That all by itself cannot be approached to even a reasonable degree of approximation by my imagination.
And then I think about the additional horrors the parent of a missing child must endure. Sitting by the phone waiting as the remains of yet another found body are examined. Pressured by vampiric psychics preying on your parental instincts to hand over your precious resources to them rather than put those resources to productive use. Dealing with heartwrenching anguish in the middle of the night, crying out your child's name over and over. Where are you? Where are you?
Any mortal human being would be crushed by these weights. Immobilized by the harshest of realities. But you have somehow made your way to your feet and begun not only lifting your fellow sufferers up from the earth and helping them to breathe again, you have begun swinging back at those who would stand on your prostrate, grieving form as they lift your purse.
I am humbled, honored, awed, and losing tears by the bucket just thinking about it. Thank you so much for coming here. Thank you so much for being here.
...and after that, you will.....?![]()
Close enough.Slap you silly, Claus!!!!
Is that the right answer?![]()