I know that families sometimes have trouble and spent years apart, but the idea of not knowing what happened to the missing family member goes beyond sad to me. Family should mean everything to us all! Believe me when I say that I know what the "not knowing" is like!
Several years ago, one of my nephews was found floating in a lake, his teeth had been knocked out and his shoes were missing. The actual details of his death were unknown and remain so to this day! The saddest part of this is that he had been separated from his family for a couple of years. They had no idea where he was or how he lived. The whole family was affected by the mystery of his passing, and there was a lot of guilt shared by some family members because of this.
In Brazoria County, Texas on September 10, 1990, a motorist who pulled off the highway to relieve himself in a trash-dumping area was shocked to discover a skull inside an old tire. The skeletal remains of a female, believed to be between the ages of 15 and 25, were then found on a pile of debris. Cause of death is unknown, but it is estimated she died one to five years before being discovered. She was initially thought to be Hispanic, but later analysis has determined that she was probably white and descended from at least one black parent or grandparent.
Even though no clothing was found, the victim had six rings on her fingers and a bracelet. The most distinctive piece of jewelry was a silver-colored 1975 class ring from Robert E. Lee High School in Houston. The blue stone in the ring is what led to her being nicknamed “Princess Blue”. Given that the victim was too young to have graduated high school in 1975, investigators were baffled about why she would have this ring and have tried to find out if anyone from that graduating class might have lost or given their ring away. Thus far, they have had no luck solving this mystery.
Being that this story takes place almost in my neighborhood makes it all the more personal. Unfortunately, in this day and age we have become almost numb by all the tales we hear of murder and mayhem, all without thinking about the families affected by the tragedy. When we stop feeling at least some of our neighbors' pain, we loose part of our humanity. Just my opinion, ya know?
Coffee out on the patio this morning, but be ready to scoot to the kitchen!