Finding Kyron
Like many people in the Portland area and beyond, I am just sick at heart about the disappearance of little Kyron. I've been obsessed with the investigation and the many weird twists and turns to a point that is probably not healthy. I check the Oregonian website at least three times a day for updates. Yesterday I was looking at some pictures of that cute, sweet little 7 year old and the "Wall of Hope" that has transformed a chain link fence at the school where he disappeared from into a colorful tribute, festooned with messages of love and hope, balloons, mementos and trinkets. And I just started to cry.
I've never met Kyron, and I'm going crazy with worry for him. I can't even begin to imagine how his family must feel. I don't know why this has hit me so hard. Maybe it's because I have a niece who is the same age. Maybe it's because he is so sweet and vulnerable looking, with his thick glasses and his missing teeth. Maybe it's because his family has talked about how shy and scared of the world he could be (and was right to be, apparently.) He's been gone for two months now, and while I know this story is unlikely to have a happy ending, I want them to find him safely so bad it hurts.
I've never met Kyron, and I'm going crazy with worry for him. I can't even begin to imagine how his family must feel. I don't know why this has hit me so hard. Maybe it's because I have a niece who is the same age. Maybe it's because he is so sweet and vulnerable looking, with his thick glasses and his missing teeth. Maybe it's because his family has talked about how shy and scared of the world he could be (and was right to be, apparently.) He's been gone for two months now, and while I know this story is unlikely to have a happy ending, I want them to find him safely so bad it hurts.