By Sean Cruz
I am feeling a great deal of empathy for the family of Kyron Horman, who spoke at a press conference today, eight weeks after their 7-year-old son was abducted.
Eight weeks after my four children disappeared from Oregon 14 years ago, my lawyer was able to obtain a PO Box number in Eden, Utah. It was our first clue to the general location of my children, somewhere in the mountains east of Ogden.
I later learned that mail was being received there, but not actually picked up by anyone, and that the letters I had been writing to my children's mother's last address were actually being forwarded to a woman in Hillsboro, a person named Evelyn Taylor.
By then, I had already learned that several people were involved in the kidnapping, that it had been in the works for months.
I learned even later that it is not illegal to receive mail intended for abducted children.
Later still, I learned that more than 200,000 US children are abducted by family members or persons known to the victims every year, and that the majority involve multiple perpetrators.
You learn these things one at a time when your children disappear.
A lot of numbness sets into your bones at the eight-week mark. The world feels completely empty.
And it stays that way.