Day 1088 MIA

 

So here I am, still beside myself with my missing Peps. Missing hurts. Our minds go wild with possibilities, often imagining the worst-case scenarios. The photo I posted is of Tim's Uncle Ray, who went missing during the Korean War... imagine that?! So young, with his whole life ahead of him, he was suddenly gone from everyone’s lives without a trace or explanation.

I know people can be quick to assume the worst about our government, but I doubt many realize how truly dedicated the U.S. government is in cases like these. Every year, to this day, they fly two family members of missing service members to Washington, D.C., for three days to share any new information they’ve gathered. My brother- and sister-in-law attend each year, but if the stars align, Tim and I hope to go next year.

So far, they’ve learned that Ray was likely taken as a POW—possibly an even harder fate than being killed in action. The prisoners were treated horribly, and it's believed that Ray survived for a few months before dying in the prison camp. No remains have ever been found, but our country continues the search—investigating, asking questions, and hoping to one day bring closure to families who are still waiting.

Right now, Tim’s brother and sister-in-law are in D.C., attending seminars, dinners, and collecting any new information they can about Uncle Ray. As for Peps—she’s still MIA. And although both Tim and I are heartbroken, our my came home safe from the war. I’ll call that a win.

If Peps is gone—killed by a bobcat or coyote—then she died living her best life: hunting, prowling, and roaming free. Ray Casey died in a foreign land, surrounded by enemies, starving, beaten, and longing for home. Take a moment to read more about him, and if you're the praying kind, send one his way

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