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The details came in pieces to me and at each turn I hurt. I never asked my friend the "what happened" question, I knew it didn't really matter, what she needed was me on my knees. As I thought about the question, my flesh really wanted to ask for details. Out of curiosity, out of my mystery solving skills acquired from the plethora of tv shows on the matter, or out of compassion... I did not know the source truly so I chose to just help the best I could, on my knees and on FB.
I am realistic about this blog, I know I only have friends and family that read it so you all knew about the situation already. I just realized that I have a couple hundred "friends" that may be able to help so I posted his pic at least once a day on fb. Usually, many times a day and I prayed...
Well the nightmare of unknowns is almost over, the young man's body was found, 18 days after he was last seen. He was only a few miles from his last known location. How exactly he died is being investigated.
Oh my heart broke and the tears flowed. I hurt for the loss of a young man I had known for years. I hurt his mother, my friend, the anguish of identifying her son's body; the pain of his last hours on earth trying to get to her; the pain only she will feel. I hurt for his grandmother, another friend of mine, that buried her husband a year ago, and has had to endure this 18 days of misery. I hurt for his brothers and sister, who have unknown pain they will have to walk through. I hurt for this family as I know so many of them, aunt, cousins, his dad. I hurt and I cry and I mourn and I pray some more.
