It has been a year since Rosemary disappeared. No new developments. No changes. Just a year of no Rosemary.
I wish I were more optimistic about what had happened. I wish that I could believe that she escaped a life of unhappiness and abuse and found a new one that gave her hope and an optomistic future. I want to believe it.
I've never worked that way. Realism. Pessimism. The now and never the future. Those work in my head. I hate them. They give rise to such horrible sadness and gloom...and lately, apathy.
For her mother and father. For Bonnie and her nephews. For all of her family. Even for me. I wish there was a resolution to this. I wish that it's all been a bad dream and Rosemary is home with a big smile on her face, just enjoying the day.
I miss you, dear one. I wish I could hug you and know you. I am angry at the world and God for taking you away from everyone that loves you. For taking you away from me. I can only hope that there is a real, altruistic God and that you are very much safe and happy no matter where you are.
A $5000 reward is now being offered for information leading to an arrest in my dear's disappearance or her discovery. No matter where you live, please share this on your Facebook, blogs, sites, with friends, anywhere. In my years on this earth, I've learned that the world is not a very big place. We are linked by smaller circles than we think. So, please share. It's not a place I want to wish upon any person. That uneasy, unrestful place of limbo when your loved one is missing. Thank you for any prayers you have given the Universe on Rosemary's behalf. Thank you.
Rosemary, I miss you. I love you. I want to know you for the rest of our lives. If I can't have that, then I want to know you can come home to peace.
And the young woman in this video is my other sister, Bonnie. I love her dearly and am in awe of how strong she has been for her parents throughout this. She's an amazing person that I am getting to know and am proud to claim as a sibling.
I found out this morning that Rosemary's car was found in the downtown Jacksonville area. Apparently, the car had been parked there for a great deal of time. Tears have been shed several times today for her.
I don't know the outcome but I pray for the one where she come home to live a very long and beautiful life.
I had a dream of Rosemary. She had returned from the missing and was hiding out at my mother's house. I had to convince her that it was a good idea to call her parents that she was alive. When I did, Gerry informed me that they had already known and that she had moved out of her home.
The emotion of the dream was resigned sadness.
Not the kind of hope that I was expecting about a dream where my sister returns.
My sister, Rosemary Day has been missing since May. She lives in the Jacksonville, Florida. She could be anywhere since she does have a car. I've included links to several pages with more information. Please pass the word on.
I was raised with Jenn and Shawn when my pop married my mom and they had them. My natural father, Gerry married and had three children. Rosemary was his youngest. I knew about the other three while growing up. No plans to meet them or know them. I knew from an early age that could be a volatile situation.
A couple of years ago, I was doing work on Ancestry.com. I was completing information on my family including Gerry's side. With the help of Ancestry and Google and a few other sites, I found out a bit of information. I MySpaced what I found and Rosemary Day came up in the search. When I opened up her page, I started crying. Sitting on the screen was a young lady that looked similar to me.
My entire life I wished I looked like someone. Jenn and Shawn could trace their histories in the faces of my pop's family each and every time we visited Wisconsin. Family reunions were full of chatter on who looked like who...except for me. I looked like noone. I don't even look like Jenn and Shawn.
Suddenly, in one day, the rest of my history unfolded. A whole side of my universe that I thought was missing reappeared in the face of a young woman. A beautiful young woman with a beautiful name. I hesitated to contact her but my daughter urged me. I was scared of the rejection. I had been rejected my whole life by everyone who shouldn't reject me.
When she responded to my message with acceptance and excitement, I was overjoyed. And from that moment, we connected over so many things. We've endured some pain, she more than I, because of our friendship.
Now she is missing. I fear the worst. The longer she is missing, the worst seems the most viable; and I don't want this. No one does. To find a bond after years of pain was a relief. I can't explain how much she means to me. My family worries about her. They know how much she means to me. They love her in a way that I hope she gets to feel in person.