A few days ago, I posted the following status update on my Facebook page: “That moment when your son, who lives 1300 miles away, calls to tell you he was carjacked at gunpoint…. Yes, I had that moment yesterday.”
Although several days have passed since then, I still haven’t found my peace of mind.
And the police haven’t found my son’s car, either.
Broad daylight. A gated, semi-upscale apartment complex parking lot. A nondescript, white ten-year-old car.
It makes no sense.
The couple who stole my son’s car must have been desperate.
I wish I had something eloquent to write about the incident. Perhaps someday I will.
For now, I’m simply thankful that he is mostly okay. At least physically.
As for the emotional scars, only time will tell how long he will struggle with the aftermath. I wish I knew how to make the anxiety go away…
Life was so much easier when a kiss would make everything better… and when I only had to walk a few steps to give my little boy a hug.