|Michaela, with Alex and Libby|
It has been awhile since I have written a letter to you. I was silent for awhile, and the last few blogs have been about your baby sister. It’s been her time lately. Of course, this blog assumes that there is a possibility that you might be alive, and the hope is that you will read this blog and know that we are still looking for you, and give you a reason to come home. There is an underlying assumption that you will be reading these entries. So I have to wonder, how will all this affect you, when my focus is on your sister and not on you?
Over the course of the lives of my children, I haven’t seen a lot of jealousy or competition. Well, actually Michaela, when Libby was little, she told me she was jealous of you, because of the concentrated and very emotional attention that was always focused on you. And I remember when I brought Alex home from the hospital when you were not quite two years old, that I sat on the couch holding him with you next to me, and suddenly you burst into sobs like your heart was broken. But I handed Alex to a nearby grandmother and took you in my arms and held you, and never after that did you ever show any signs of jealousy.
So now, for a moment, let me take you in my arms and hold you, and tell you the same thing I did on that day that we brought Alex home, that you will always be my baby, that the place in my heart that belongs to you will always belong to you, and only to you.
Do you remember when you were all children, each of you would take money you received for your birthdays and use part of it to buy gifts for each other? I never suggested that. You came up with that idea on your own. You always loved one another, played together, cared for one another. If you were to come home, Michaela, it would not only be me who would be waiting for you with open arms. It would be your sisters and your brothers also. Especially Libby. You used to get a little annoyed with her, actually, because she loved you so much that from the time she could walk she always wanted to follow you around. She adored you. She still does. I think if you came home, Libby would grab you into the biggest hug and never let you go.
I believe that seeing that love and joy still exist in your family would be more likely to make you want to come home. If proms and graduations are so joyous, how much more would your homecoming be?
I am ready, Michaela. Wherever you are, whatever happened to you, I am ready to hear it. I am ready to know.
You are forever my baby girl. I love you forever.