How Deep does the Water Go.......

How deep does the water go??? That's a question I asked 7 years ago, the day my 24 year old brother and 47 year old father went missing. It was suppose to be an exciting time, Thanksgiving was almost here and the cold chill of winter had finally smiled on Louisiana. I had always loved the holidays and enjoyed the anticipation of getting to see my relatives and friends while spending some much needed time together. It was a day that started like any other day, I got up early to drop my oldest daughter, Hannah, off with my mom. My dad was up early as well getting ready to check the fishing nets and crab traps he had laid out last week, a hobby he had acquired early that year. It was his personality to never just be still, he always had to have some sort of hobby whether that included a challenging game of golf or getting to be in his boat on the bayou, or hunting some big game, he loved being busy and being outdoors. My dear sweet brother on the other hand had just finished a sixteen hour work shift the night before and was still sleeping as I entered the house. I quickly said my good mornings and headed out for Baton Rouge early morning traffic. On my way to work that morning I felt an overwhelming feeling to just start thanking God for all the things He had done in my life, all the things He had given me, all the things He had brought me through, it was if the Holy Spirit was sitting right next to me in that car. It was a Monday the start of the work week, but a short one due to Thanksgiving that Thursday and I was pleased, the day seemed to fly by. During this period of our lives my husband Nathan was working for a speciality lumber company that supplied wood to cabinet makers and trim carpenters, he got off early and had called me to tell me his boss had given him four tickets to the LSU basketball game that night. Now for anyone who knows my husband, they know how much he loves LSU and all things LSU. Nathan and I quickly tried to think of someone who would want to go with us, I suggested my brother, but after several attempts to contact him and my dad to no avail I tried my mom who said she had not heard from them all day and that dad had possibly went hunting and was probably out of cell phone range. Disappointed, because I loved spending time with him, Nathan and I had some close friends of ours go with us and we set out for the game, it was a cold night,even for Louisiana,and in my heart I felt and unusual pain, one that I could not understand or rationalize.

To be Continued.........