I thought about saving this for April.
Okay, let's be honest.
I planned on saving this for April.
But then I finished it. And the next day I saw a news story, the first one (that I saw this year).
The first heartbreaking agonizing story of a child with autism wandering or eloping and not being found alive. It happens every year. Every summer there is a stream of them if you pay attention. Sometimes weekly. Sometimes a bit more time goes by. Sometimes though its less and I find my heart in my throat, trying not to pay attention but also unable to look away, praying so hard for each child as the autism community prays and often grieves.
And it's only March.
Or maybe the years blend together now and there really is no, eloping season because there's no time that's really safe, just times when it happens less.
If you've been around long you know this story, but this will be the first time anyone outside our family has heard me tell it.
I got through it with, somewhat minimal tears.
Okay, that's not totally true. There are tears. Because it's been almost three years, but it's not something I will easily forget: