A Grandmother's Plea and Reflection on Grandparent's Day
September 13, 2009
September 13, 2009My beloved Amber,
Do you remember when you gave me the short story you wrote about Ookume? You wrote about how she learned to survive after being kidnapped. Think of the beautiful gold eyes she saw and that you have seen as well. Stay strong. You will come home.
You come from a long line of very strong Irish women and you are my Number One. After my stroke, you sat with me and helped me. When I could not say the word “squirrel” you named about 100 animals until you got to that word. You made jokes when I said the word “foot” when I meant to say “hand”. You helped me to speak again. I believe that God blessed my recovery because He knew that you would need my help now. He gives me the strength to stay alive and to hunt for you in every way I can.
One night we watched “Without a Trace” and the boy had been missing for seven years. You asked me if I thought his family still wanted him home and I told you that they did. Then, you asked me how long would I look for you if you went missing. I promised you that I would look until I found you or I died trying to find you. Amber, I will keep that promise to you. I put in a number that you can call from anywhere: 1 800 201-6061; this is a private number, not a police number. I am begging anyone who can help find you to call me.
When the reality of where you are now hurts you too much to even feel, think of happy times: lying on the belly of a dolphin swimming through the water, climbing to the top deck of a ship when the wind nearly blows you over, reading and reading more until your eyes close, riding Rojo, holding the lorikeet birds and touching the sharks at the aquarium, snuggling in my big chair with a fuzzy blanket and eating ice cream. Or, let your thoughts go to a beacon whose light shines unendingly from a tall lighthouse, sweeping over the land, the air and the sea. The light, like Grandmom, sends out a beam towards you that is full of love, hope and strength. It will not dim. It will not stop shining and searching for you until you are home. Keep Faith, my dearest.
My love always,
J. Sheila Welch (Maternal Grandmom)