I’m having a hard time articulating my thoughts about today.
Suzy has been missing for 21 years.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t let it get to me this year. I told my spouse
that it wouldn’t.
I functioned, mostly, by compartmentalizing. I hate it, because it leaves me a
bit robotic, but it’s better than being a blubbering, angry mess. At least, I
think it is.
