Photo courtesy Laurie Nielson
No one on earth should have to go through this—but so many people do.
No one on earth should have to miss their loved one…have them disappear without a trace…endure months and months of agony and heartbreak and waiting and not knowing.
Far too many people have to go through this. You never think it can happen to someone you love until the nightmare becomes reality.
Today, Susan Cox Powell has been gone for six months.
Photo courtesy Andrea Thomas
Six months ago at this time (10:30a.m. Mountain time) she and her two little boys, Charlie and Braden, were at church enjoying a wonderful service. It was the bi-annual “stake conference” where several congregations gathered in one building to hear words of counsel from church leaders.
Susan stayed in the nursery room with her boys, so they could play with toys while she listened to the talks being piped in over the intercom.
As my family and I walked home from church with her, she talked about how glad she was that Charlie and Braden played quietly so well and let her listen to the talks, and how much she enjoyed them. There was nothing to suggest that this would be the last time I would ever see her.
How I wish I’d invited her in for an impromptu lunch. I was going to, but then I thought “My house is a disaster today…didn’t get around to cleaning it this weekend. I’ll have her over in a couple of days on her next day off.” We had both been so busy that it had been a while since we really got to sit down and talk, like we so loved to do.
I wish I’d hugged her. I wish I’d told her I loved her one more time, and how much I valued her friendship.
I didn’t know it was the last time I would see her. I didn’t know the horror that awaited all of us just a few short hours away, when Debbie, her daycare provider, started calling her emergency contacts because Charlie and Braden didn’t show up at daycare the next morning.
I didn’t know we would still be here, six months later, with no answers. I didn’t know that her sweet and innocent boys would be without the center of their universe—their mother—for 6 months. I didn’t know that her husband, the person she trusted and loved, would refuse to cooperate with police, move away from her home, and do nothing to help find her.
Susan and her boys’ hands by Hardman Photography; photo art by Brandi Gremler
Today, I hope everyone holds their loved ones a little closer. Tell the people you care about that you love them—often. Make time to send that email, write that note, take a friend out for lunch or go on a walk with your family. Do a random act of kindness for someone. Give a hug to someone who might not get one today. Thank God for your blessings.
Photo courtesy of Patty Fothergill
Susan would be overwhelmed with the outpouring of love, caring, service, and kindness on her behalf by thousands of total strangers all over the world. She would love knowing that good things have come out of this tragedy—people pulling together from all walks of life, people being helped, people renewing faith.
Let’s remember Susan today and every day. Please wear a purple ribbon for her and if you are so inclined, pray for her and her family. We know we will find her; answers will come; the guilty will be brought to justice, no matter how long it takes.
Ribbon by Allyson Holmgren
We love you, Susan.
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