'Porters and Hurricanes

So I’m just going to warn you that there will be many times throughout this story where I have to be descriptive and flowery with my words so you really understand what I’m going through, while at the same time I really want to freak out! Why? Because my son just vanished! That’s why! But let me try and calm down and get descriptive for a moment.

We have all been to magic shows where someone or something disappears. Rabbits in hats. Women in boxes. People or tigers behind curtains. Notice all these examples had something hiding this disappearing person or animal: hats, boxes, or curtains. But imagine if a magician could make something disappear without hiding it? So you see the tiger in the cage, and then the magician says ”Abracadabra!” and the tiger disappears! Right before your very eyes with no curtain to hide the person that takes the tiger out of the cage- behind the CURTAIN!

Well that’s just what happened to my son Craft. He was talking and then was gone- and all I see are the trees behind him.

Now let’s go to real time and it’s time to freak out!

”WHOA! CRAFT! WHAT THE F—-!” I stop myself from cursing but I can’t stop my heart from pounding or my hands from sweating. Everyone else is losing their minds- screaming and crying and yelling all kinds of things. It’s really hard to describe something to my precious readers and listeners that you have never experienced before. In other words, I’m not sure if any human being has seen someone vanish right before their eyes. I feel very confident that no one has seen that in human history. Maybe there is an ancient story of an alien abduction where someone vanished. Or maybe there was an incredible magician who could make objects disappear and no one documented his talents. But one would think this talent would be a big deal and something someone should have documented. My sweet son just went poof and my whole family saw it happen. And the biggest problem is:

Craft is not RE-appearing.

”CRAFT!” We are all yelling in our different voices. ”WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE YOU?”

I make eye contact with Angela and we rush toward each other. In emergencies, parents usually get that silent alarm in our heads, and then find each other to hopefully figure out a solution. I can see she is already crying and I don’t have any solutions.

“What the hell, babe,” she says over and over, sometimes replacing ”hell” with the F word. Tears are already running down her cheeks and she is really freaking out. It’s really hard as a man and husband to not get emotional when their wife is. Next thing you know I’m crying and freaking out.

”I don’t know, babe,” is all I can think to say back. I just say that over and over.

”Where did he go, babe?” Angela asks. And then asks again a few more times in hysteria.

”I don’t know,” I respond. No less comforting words have ever been spoken.

I begin to think back to what Adam said. He said he was not ”not of this world”. Did he just zap my son somewhere? And why him? I trusted him! No. He wouldn’t do something like this without telling me first. For some strange reason, I know Adam didn’t take or zap my son anywhere.

But that’s all I know. I just want to know if I’m ever going to see my son again.