::Sigh:: So, today wasn’t my typical day. I kept my word, (not that I ever questioned going) and attended the balloon release in honor of Dana Bruce’s birthday that passed on July 10th. https://www.facebook.com/dana.b.page —There’s a little more info on what I’m talking about. In a nutshell though, Dana Bruce went missing from a local bar on October 4th, 2008.. and hasn’t been seen or heard from since. I mean, I guess that’s typical of a missing person case..or they wouldn’t be dubbed that.
The things that trouble me the most about her disappearance, is that she.. Unlike everyone I know, didn’t have a cell phone, debit card or drivers license.. No way of tracking her whereabouts after the night of the 4th. It’s easy for me to ASSume that whoever took her.. had to know these facts. A criminal out to commit such an act couldn’t get lucky (I hate using that word) enough to grab someone who wouldn’t be traceable. Or that’s how I see it.
Then there’s the fact that the media/law enforcement seem to have completely dropped the ball on the case. That pisses me off. The fact that everyone I KNOW, too knows how passionate I am in aiding in finding any information as to what happened that night.. Yet, none seem to give two shits about showing support. I shouldn’t have to beg, and I’m not going to throw a pity party.. but you people suck. I’ll leave it at.. But know that my thoughts are far more hateful than that.
I’ll keep it real. People joke about Dana Bruce’s disappearance. Yes, you read that right. I’ve heard numerous people make snide comments (they think are funny) and jokes about her being gone. Doing so in front of me, knowing that it pisses me off. Maybe that’s why they do it? I’m not sure. It’s pretty ridiculous anyways. I realize we’re all entitled to an opinion. We’re all passionate about different things. We were raised differently and see things indifferently. It’s a part of life. Finding humor in the disappearance of a human being though, is one thing I cannot wrap my mind around. From what I’ve read, she was blind in one eye, had a learning disability (?) was from the East side of town, and rumored to do drugs. Oh and heaven forbid, she went to the bar. So, let me attempt to figure this out. You are not worthy of being found, looked for, prayed for, or cared about if you’ve done or have any of the said above? Oh wait, that’s right.. I can’t wrap my mind around that or begin to understand it, because it’s ludicrous.
There are people that care about Dana Bruce. She left behind two beautiful children. I’m not a detective, but I’m pretty positive she didn’t leave them on her own free will.
Seeing her two precious children, Dylan and Destiny.. melted my heart, and in a sense gave me some peace. It’s one thing to look at a picture of her children and feel the sadness.. it’s another to look them in the eyes and feel their pain.
I’m sure they are too young to grasp exactly what has happened in their lives. But someday as they grow older, they will fully understand. I can only imagine how they will feel about it all as they age. If she’s never found.. if authorities continue to brush it under the rug. If the community continues to also pretend like it didn’t happen. Let’s be real. I’d feel hatred towards many.. I pray they feel the love that I have for them.. I pray that they know that not everyone has given up.
I failed to mention: I do not know Dana Bruce, never met her.. I was made aware of her the way so many others were- through her missing flyers throughout town. I donated flyers then, and tried my best to continue pushing for answers. Then everything fell silent for the last two years. No updated stories in the paper.. NOTHING. I went to the editor of the local paper and asked him to run her story again.. and sense I don’t want to relive the frustration I felt.. I’m going to simply say that he is a complete jackass with no heart. I ended up paying to have her picture placed in the paper.
I spent $163.00 on two ads being placed in the paper and three canisters of helium to be used during the balloon release. Seeing her children release balloons in her honor and seeing her photo in the paper twice in one week made it priceless. Think of how much we could do as a whole, if we cut back on stupid things we could go with out and put that $40.00 towards putting her picture and info in the paper. Eventually, someone will come forward will a valuable tip.
Before I start my rant on the rest of my day, I will end this Dana Bruce conversation with this. I told her children, “I’ve waited four years to hug you, to tell you that though I do not know you, I love you. People love you and care about you. We will find answers about your mommy.” If you think that their mom is a punch line to a joke, then you are a moron.
I get home at 3:00 and start cleaning out the basement, as we have an appraiser coming Tuesday and our house if full of junk we’ve yet to unpack. Or as I stated on my previous post, things I’ve hoarded. That went pretty smoothly since Adam took Abram (2) with him to get shop supplies. So it was just me and Gunnar.. He was easily entertained by walking on the treadmill. Then all hell breaks loose when he decides he has to poop. *He’s still learning to wipe his own butt* I hear him screaming from the bathroom that the house is flooding. Shit literally hit the fan. I tried explaining that it doesn’t take an entire roll of toilet paper to wipe your butt, but he sees it differently. So, I proceed to clean the mess up. Let the floor dry, then bleach and mop the floor twice. Yay- Go Me!
It’s not over with, that’s just the beginning of the rest of my patience going out the window. I retract my statement about all hell breaking loose earlier. It really occurred when Abram finally arrived home. This kid is so full of it. He does the most off the wall stuff. Stuff that you want to be pissed about and punish him, but he’s so adorable you can’t bring yourself to do anything about it.
Abram: Destroyer of Everything. Immediately puts “Yo Gabba Gabba “ on.. sings and dances like usual. He’s setting this all up in his mind. Be adorable and funny so when I make my next move, they can’t do anything to harm me.
I start his bed time bath. Notice it’s quiet, go see what he’s doing and he’s taken a cup of tea and dumped it all over the kitchen floor. Whatever right, no big deal. I proceed with bath time, get him all dried off and then go to the kitchen to get his milk.
As I’m walking down the hall to bring it to him, I notice he’s in the bathroom.. DUMPING AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF BLEACH ON THE FLOOR AND IN THE TOILET! Oh shut up. I know what a horrible mom, leaving bleach in reaching distance of a child.
You obviously don’t know him. I’ll have you know the bleach was put up.. where he shouldn’t of been able to reach it, let alone get the cap off. But he’s part monkey and can climb and has hulk smash genes and is capable of ripping off a bears head off. Any-who, I gave him a second bath and off to bed we go.
My house reeks of bleach, my eyes burn and my head hurts. The upside of it all.. the bathroom no longer smells like shit. It’s as sterile as it could possibly be. And I won’t have to shower for days now. He’s asleep now.. so I’m free from any further disasters til morning. Wish me luck as I will definitely need it. Oh.. hahaha lol.. I forgot this epic story. This morning, he stood on the couch and pissed on his brother.
That is all. Good night! <3