After three girls, I can understand why Mum was thrilled to raise a boy. And Dan was the sweetest little boy, a gorgeous teenager, a remarkable young man – it was no wonder he was always so cherished.
He was kind, gentle, humble, generous. Dan was the kid that was already best mates with all the other holidaymakers’ kids at the motel pool before we’d even unpacked our fluoro visors. He was the teenager that joined Mum and Dad for a cuppa and bikky every night. He was the backpacker that always made sure he got his sister’s duty free makeup on the way home (and the exact shade of foundation too – amazing).
I told Dad he needed new boots the other week, to which he replied ‘Dan got me these’, with tears in his eyes. Dad had dropped a rock on his foot gardening six years ago and Dan had bought him a pair of steel-capped boots the very next day. That was just Dan.
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I went to a conference in New York last year, where I heard Dr Pauline Boss describe ambiguous loss as the most stressful type of grief. It was validating to learn that psychologists around the world acknowledged the torment my family had been enduring – our son and brother missing without a trace – was as excruciating as we knew it to be. For almost five years we were worried sick, every waking moment. Where was Dan? Was he okay? Can you imagine that panic and urgency, non-stop for 1712 days? I see friends lose their minds when they’ve misplaced their phone for a hot minute.