Honestly, I couldn't even even imagine being in that situation - thank goodness!!! If I knew that something that huge had been kept from me, I'm sure I'd be beyond furious. But there's a tiny part of me (the chicken sh*t part that I can't say I'm proud of) that wonders if I'd be able to handle the devastation twice if I couldn't find him....and of course I'd spend the rest of my life searching. Which is why I think there's a certain comfort and peace in knowing. I wouldn't dare speak for anyone who's ever been through a tragedy like the death of a child, or having a child go missing, only what I might feel. The endless wondering, searching for my child in every face, every time the phone rings or there comes a knock at the door my heart quickening with a "maybe this time"....I don't know if I could survive that. So on one level, maybe not knowing the possibility existed would save me a lifetime of a whole different kind of heartache. But like I said, if I found out someone kept the knowledge from me, I don't know how I'd forgive themThank heavens I don't live in a Port Chuck and have to make those kinds of decisions on a weekly basis
![]()


323Likes
LinkBack URL
About LinkBacks
Thank heavens I don't live in a Port Chuck and have to make those kinds of decisions on a weekly basis


Reply With Quote
But my firends' kids, definitely! 

