|
Dear Esther,
Writing you a
letter seems weird since I don’t know where to send it, but maybe
someday that will change. I have missed you every day that you’ve
been gone. Hoping, praying that you were okay, that you were happy
and was just waiting for when you would find your way back. After
the days turned to months and the months to years, it was
inconceivable that you were just gone. After they questioned us
about the remains found in Seattle, it has been a daily reality that
maybe someone had hurt you and that you couldn’t contact us, that
maybe you were dead.
Finding out you
were alive was relief beyond words. But it was also so sad too,
that for so long you chosen not to contact anyone. I know that in a
big family there is so much constant chaos and turmoil, but there is
also so much love, laughter and joy. We all get frustrated and
angry with each other from time to time but when the chips are down,
there is no one that will stand by you, fight for you or love you
like your family. I don’t know how I would have made it without
them this past year after Randy died. I can’t imagine going through
it alone.
I’ve been going
through family videos and watching how adept you are at avoiding the
camera. We definitely have that in common. When we were both in
the video, so much of the time you sat by me, walked next to me,
just hung out by me. When I was taking the one taking the video,
you were usually standing by me while I was taping, I can hear you
laugh in the background and hear us talk. I miss hearing you
laugh.
Remember playing
video games for hours after everyone else was in bed and laughing so
hard and yet trying not to, so we wouldn’t wake anyone up. Remember
the zombie one? And toe jam and earl? We were a good team.
This last weekend
I was at the “Women of Faith” conference and one of the speakers
talked about the things that we go through in our lives. The
definition of going through something is that there is a beginning,
a middle and an end. I thought of you alot and that right now we
are in the middle. And that someday there will be an end. An end
to the separation, the missing, the sadness. I am looking forward
to the day when I can hug you and hear you laugh again I truly
hope that day is not so far away. No matter what the past has been,
it is the past and no matter what – you are my little sister and my
heart and my arms have a hug waiting for you. I love you and miss
you. We all love you and miss you. Let’s not live in the middle
anymore, let’s be at the end of this separation. Please come home.
Edna
|
|
|
|
Esther Elizabeth
Reed has been a missing part of our family since October 1999. We,
the family, are relieved and joyful to find out after 7+ years that
she is alive.
Not knowing the
complete story, we have no comment to make and do not wish to
speculate on the details of her life these past 7 years.
We love her and
miss her and hope to hear from her.
We pray that she chooses to come forward, for herself, for her family and for the Brooke Henson
family. |
|
|
