Steve~ we're glad to hear Cris' prognosis. It sounds as though it'll be a slog, but a manageable one. Tell Cris I said hang tough, sister. It'll feel so good when you guys come through the other side.
Lori~ What can I say? Helluva Father's Day. I'm glad you can keep a positive attitude in the midst of all this. It sounds at least like they know what course to take and where to go. Stay strong, I know that depression demon. Sing a little song and kick him in the nuts for me, kay?
Thank you all for your thoughts. As for Dale, he's been missing one full week today. His wife, Deneane, her sister and the three kids have been there this week, the kids and sister tweeted yesterday they were coming back to Texas. Deneane was staying in CO, of course. "Officials" have said the likelihood of finding him alive is slim, and they're scaling back searches due to lack of new information. This has been just tragic. For weeks they were posting about how they were looking forward to the vacation, Wednesday was their oldest boy's birthday, and now, Father's Day.
I'll not clutter this section anymore with this, but here's the screed: this has really gotten under my skin, and I don't know why. Yes, it's someone we know and care about, but more than that. I get really angry when I talk about not being able to find him. How can this be? To me it's just the not knowing. I'd be insane, ballistic. "You call this a search party?!" and "You don't have bloodhounds?!" Yes, it's a huge park, yes there are acres of ground to cover, I get that. It's like when I hear about someone dying of pneumonia, while in a hospital. What? How?!
In the 21st century, with hundreds of people gridding off a known, finite area, technology, dogs, how can there be "lack of new information"? If on the one hand, he's in a ravine with two broken legs, he's not going anywhere, won't they come across him eventually? If he's wandering around, I'd like to think he'd be able to find some kind of civilization in a weeks time, that they'd cross paths. I don't know. Kat says she understands and the sheer size and scope of the park is the main factor. The angry person in my head wants to say, there's something fishy, like he got waylaid, picked up in a truck and whisked off to the Hills Have Eyes compound. That's the only way this will make sense. Probably not, but, hell.
I'm sorry, gang, but thanks for letting me vent. I don't know how, or even if this will close anytime soon. Sometimes the sheer capriciousness of this life astounds and enrages me.
The medium is the message.