A Missing Child

This week my attention has been grabbed more by the ongoing story of the little boy from Oregon, Kyron Horman, than my own packet of woe and misfortune. That he is likely dead, and has been so since he went missing, is certainly tragic, but the ongoing grief of his parents and the so far seemingly fruitless efforts of law enforcement to make any significant headway in their investigations make the entire tragedy even more raw and horrifying. Now the easy to dislike step-mom has to contend with Kyron's mom in full-attack mode as Desiree Young carries her battle into Teri Moulton's home territory.

I was a little concerned that I, too, was getting on some sort of witch-hunt bandwagon where the boy's step-mom was concerned, until I remembered that she, herself, brought most of this grief on her own head. Her lies, her infidelities, her refusal to cooperate, her "tough" demeanor, to name just a few characteristics and actions, have certainly made her very easy to dislike and have placed her squarely under the microscope of public scrutiny and suspicion. I also felt the same way initially about Pamela Smart - that she knew more than she was letting on about her husband's death - when they first interviewed her on television. Sometimes my first impressions are not so far off base, but that is hardly proof of the type required to issue arrest warrents or win convictions in court. I just hope that justice will prevail this time, too.

I guess the things about this case that stick most firmly in my mind are the impression I had that Teri Moulton was NOT talking about Kyron but about her older son when she said she missed her son - strange because it was in the midst of the furor over the initial disappearance of Kyron - and the feeling that she, too, knew more about the case than she was telling. I also recall an interview with Kyron's mom where she said that Kyron had begged her not to make him go back home with Teri. I had heard or read not long before that about another child who had been murdered by someone he had begged not to be made to go with as well, so her statement hit me a little harder than it might have otherwise, although now I can no longer recall who that other poor child was or who killed him (or her).

As more recent circumstances have disposed me more to prayer than I ever anticipated taking part in at this point in my life, I find myself praying for Kyron, his mom and dad, and that, if innocent, his step-mom finds peace. Otherwise I hope that when Kyron is found, where and how he is found will clearly point to what happened and who is responsible and that they will, at the very least, spend the rest of their natural lives in prison, because I do not think Teri Moulton could have done this so completely on her own I use the plural.

Kyron, I hope you get to come home soon.