Sadness

Last week a little boy from the town I live in vanished. His mommy said they were watching a movie and she noticed he wasn't there so she started looking for him. He was just gone. It's been almost a week and no one has seen or heard anything.

It's killing me. I am trying not to think about it, but I can't help several times an hour refreshing the local news page. I keep thinking about how it would feel to not know where Carmen was for a week or to never see her again.

I know that its normal to think of these things but for me it's also part of my depression and anxiety. Right now there are tears in my eyes. My heart is broken for this little boy and his mommy, and I had no idea they existed before friday. I have never met them but I can't stop thinking about them.

I know the reason I only have 4 readers is because of posts like this but how can I be funny when all I can focus on are sad things.

I used to think that it would be better for a child to die than to be abducted and or sexually abused. But in this case I am hoping that is what happend. Because maybe then he will get to come home. Because if he did just wonder away and no one has him, then he is dead. I would rather have a broken baby than no baby.

Everyone says it and its so cliche but I have been hugging and kissing and saying I love you more. Just appreciating more the sweetness that is my family.

I don't know what I would do if this was happening to me.