It is snowing. The flakes are now blowing horizontally in the Oklahoma wind. Spiraling through the air like parachute jumpers floating down to earth.
I’m not stepping out onto the front porch, but this is the view across the street to the left. Seems each year it snows and ices more, though this is just my third winter. Florida sounds really good right now.
This is the frost on the storm door. If you use your imagination, you can almost see trees in a forest. Their winter branches nearly bare, in a snow storm.
I have projects I want to do this year. One is a non-fiction book on missing people of all ages. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Why not now?
I would gather information from the people who write to me about them, do some research on their disappearance, and fill in the blanks to leave their footprints on this earth until the path seems to inexplicably end.
A reader is giving me the first story, about her missing brother, gone for 15 years. I need more accounts. So if you know of someone, a neighbor, a friend, a relative, who simply vanished and their whereabouts are unknown, and you’d like to tell me their story, please contact me.
I believe that every person who walks on this earth deserves a beginning and an end. And if there is no end to tell, then they deserve to at least be acknowledged. Their lives made real through memories of others. And compiled into a retelling of their life through my words.
If you can help me with this project, I would love to hear from you.