On: A Letter to a Long Ago Friend

I was thinking about you today, and then pictures of your kiddos popped up on my newsfeed. As a person who hasn't ever particularly thought people's kiddos were cute, I've got to say, you and Andrew have made some gorgeous little ones.

I've missed talking to you, and wish that we could have stayed in better touch. I often wonder how it is that we managed to remain close the whole time we lived on opposite coasts, yet as soon as we're on the same coast our lives seemed to have taken us in different directions.

I realized today I no longer know what you do in your spare time or what interests you. The person who was with me through some of my most difficult experiences in life, I don't know anymore.

I'm sure you're just as amazing as you were then, but I find at times it feels like a piece of me disappeared when we stopped talking. 

I'm happy and healthy, and I have a great life. A life so much better than I ever expected it would be after losing G.

I gave birth to my son just under seven hours before G's ninth birthday. I like to believe one brother helped the other into the world.

I hope your life is as happy as mine, and that your dreams and goals are everything you wished them to be all those years ago.

Maybe someday, we'll be able to catch up again, because even though I've made new friends, great friends, there is always a place in my heart where you belong.

R.S.

On 'Kid'napping

I've often wondered about the correct term for the abduction of adults, because the term kidnapping doesn't seem right. 

They're not kids after all. They're adults.

Then again, 'adultnapping' doesn't have the same ring to it. 

This isn't something I dwell on, but it was brought back to the forefront of my mind the other night. 

The Niece and I were watching Missing on Netflix--it's based on the series of novels, 1-800-Missing, by Meg Cabot-- and in one of the episodes a girl's parents disappear. 

When the FBI is talking to the girl, she said something to the effect, "I can't believe my parents were kidnapped," and it caught me up short.

Which led to this post.

And, I'm once again wondering... 

Can adults really be kidnapped or is that term solely for abducted children?

Thoughts? 

On the Mysterious Lake Tahoe

July 10, 1994, a little over seventeen years ago, a man disappeared into the depths of Lake Tahoe while diving with a friend.

On July 27, 2011 his body was finally recovered.

You can read the article here.

Now that you've read the article, let's talk.

First, how wonderful--okay, maybe not wonderful, but at least there will be closure for Donald Christopher Widecker's family. After nearly two decades they'll finally be able to lay their loved one to rest.

Second, Holy Hell! Do you know what kind of secrets a lake like Tahoe could hold? A wealth of stories are lurking just below its frigid surface. Bodies, Treasures, Lost Cities... Aliens? The possibilities are endless.

I stumble upon articles like this, and my creative juices start flowing.

Because this is still so new, and the family's wounds are freshly re-opened, I don't feel it would be respectful to use a brainstorming session on who, what, and why, in regards to Mr. Widecker, but suffice it to say, I don't believe Lake Tahoe has released all her secrets yet.

May the inquiry into Mr. Widecker's death be quick and as painless for the family as possible.

Lake Tahoe... you and I have to talk.

Soon.

Thoughts?

R.S.