My son was abducted

Andrew disappeared on September 30, 1978 at the age of 4. He went out to play with his sister and cousin; we never saw him again. The horror of this happening was indescribable.

We had 12,000 people looking for him for 10 days with no Andrew. There was a man the police said told his mother he murdered my little boy. The man has died. There still is no closure. On September 30, 2014, he will be 36 years old.

I have cried many, many tears and kept asking Jesus why? Weeks and months and years went by and still no answers. I had two more children to take care of and I decided that I would lean on Jesus to help me get through one day at a time. Jesus sent me and my family very kind people to ease the pain.

I feel very close to Jesus, I talk to him every day. I don’t know what I would do without him!

My grandmother gave me a set of Rosary Beads and I now say the Rosary everyday as I meditate on the Jesus’s life and death for us on the Cross! I feel like I am with him, Jesus, who I love with all my heart and soul. I also pray the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. It gives me so much peace and comfort.

My children are all grown up now and I have in all four beautiful grandchildren! I neglected to say my dear husband has helped me in our journey. We have been together for 44 years!!

It was hard for me to write this. I am so sad, the tears still flow. I hope this will help someone. I said a lot of prayers to type this!!! God Bless you.


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