Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Missing... and Memories...

Saturday morning, March 19th, brought a surprise with it. 

Over our fire alarm audio system, we had an announcement.  At approximately 9:15 am, a message was sent to all 300 units in my building.  Knowing that the only time this system has been used was only for testing of the system, it was rather shocking.

At first, I wondered if there was a fire in our building, but when the person kept saying, "test, test, testing...", repeatedly, I suspected there was no fire!  Sure enough, a message was finally given. 

A woman who lives in our building, was missing.  The announcement was meant to not only let us know that L was missing, but also that if anyone found her, they should call the office.

Although I know L to see her and to say 'hello' on occasions when we've met in one of the elevators or in some other common area of our complex, I did not have a personal relationship with her. 

L has always been a pleasant woman.  Friendly.  Rather shy.  In fact, I often wondered if she had a problem of some kind or if she was heavily medicated, for her eyes were often glazed and she was rather evasive at times, looking down.  I can recall praying for her, many times.

In any case, L was missing.

Now, I am about to admit something to you that I wouldn't normally think about discussing, but here goes.  My first thought after hearing the announcement was not with regards to L, but rather, with regards to my now deceased husband, Gordon. 

That sounds terrible, doesn't it?  Well, I'm humbly speaking truth.  It just goes to show that I am still carrying with me pain and sorrow, suffering over the hell I lived through, with Gordon.

My thoughts ran amuk, recalling times when Gordon went missing.  And, of times when Gordon was brought home on the arm of some concerned neighbour.  Recalling how usually I was verbally abused by the person bringing Gordon home to me, claiming I shouldn't let him out on his own.  As if I ever had control over Gordon or where and when he went out!

Sorry.  But, I had to say it.  Because, I thought it.

There was a difference, though.  Gordon was only my husband, while L is the girlfriend of one of our board members, who control the happenings of our complex.

Immediately, after having these thoughts, I repented and confessed to God my feelings and thoughts.  After all, God promised us in 1 John 1:9, "If we confess our sin, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sin and cleanse us from all unrighteousness." 

Thank you Lord, for forgiving me.

Of course, it didn't change anything as far as L was concerned.  She was still missing.  So, I began praying.

Throughout the day, there were more messages over the emergency audio system.  L, still had not been found.  By this time, both my friend/neighbour K from across the hall, and I were praying.  Hopefully, many others in our building were praying, too.

It was actually shocking that police and volunteers filled our main floor lobby and searched every nook and cranny of our building and complex, to no avail.  L, was nowhere to be found.

Unfortunately, there is more to be said, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.  By the way, when I first wrote this entry, Linda Ireland's name had not been released; however, her name and photo has now been used both in The Windsor Star and on CBC local news.  Still, I have chosen to refer to Linda as L. Please pray for her.


Until next time...

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