Two years ago I wrote about the day we realized Austin was missing. It was actually the day after his last known whereabouts, but we didn’t know that for a few more months. I’ve already forgotten many of these details, and even what some of it felt like. Remembering is painful, but remembering is good. And since writing this I’ve come to understand how much sharing can help. Both myself, and others who may need hope. Thanks for taking this journey with us, all five years of it.
|Later learned it was June 26|
It was a voice I had heard once before, a voice to a face I had never seen. But her voice, that call, would change everything. It was Austin’s friend and co-worker (and more I would later learn), Kelly. She was panicked sounding and said that Austin hadn’t shown up for work that day, and wouldn’t answer her calls. She told me he had called in the day before and she hadn’t been able to get in touch with him since. She said it was unlike him. She said he had never just not shown up for work. This was after all, a job he loved. She said that I needed to call the police. I told her I’d think about it, and would probably call. I wasn’t sure I would, but wanted to calm her.