Honeymooners Killed By Riverpeople

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For our honeymoon, Amy and I stayed in Healdsberg, CA for the week. It was beautiful and the town was really nice, the food was amazing and the weather was gorgeous. On Wednesday we decided to take a canoeing trip down the local river. We went to the one place that had short trips (we didn't want to commit to a 4 hour canoe trip!), and signed up

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Mother Receives Son's Possibly Last Effort to Communicate

[anonymous]

I have this cell phone that is pretty basic. It doesn't do pictures or text or anything....and sometimes I feel in awe of people who have the more advanced models. On a recent workday, I grabbed my phone on the way to work and noticed a "you have a pix message" rolling down the screen. A pix? That could only mean "picture" but my phone doesn't do that! What's up? I stop in my tracks and read the rest of the scrolling message. Says I have to go to a site on the computer where I can access my "pix". Sounds good...and for some reason, my immediate thought is that it is a pix from Pat my honeymooning son. I rush to the computer and try to get through to the directions my phone says I'll get. But I never get there. Soon as I get to work, despite the fact that I am relatively sure "big bro" is watching, I go again to the site and ultimately I get to the directions, stumble through them and finally, there it is. A pix. Or to us old folks, a "picture". But what is it? Suddenly chills rush up my spine and into my imagination. It is an eery, dark photo - looks like it was taken by someone lying in a ditch....up at what might be vinyard plants.....dark, threatening....and silent. No text message. I sit in the relative quiet of my office staring at the screen. It feels way too much like a message from Lisa on 6 feet under. Was it from Pat? Was he trying to tell me something? Why wasn't I getting anything but dread from the picture? Finally I decided to attempt to answer....thinking (correctly) if I composed an answer I might be able to determine the source of this frightening picture. "Got it." I wrote. "Having fun? Miss you." and when I hit send, it comes back that it would go to Pat's phone. And I pray, as it travels, that he will comfortingly write back even a word. But he doesn't. And I wait for days. And I hear nothing. Then my oldest son tells his dad he is expected to pick Pat and Amy up at the airport late last night. And still I wait. And then I actually celebrate when reading the above message from Patrick. Frightening to see how we both delved into the dark side....and a terrific blessing and relief to know we were both wrong...and that the honeymooners are home safely. Welcome home you two. And I DID miss you!