Recently, I have been asked by many people a lot of questions regarding the disappearance of my fiancee, Suzy, and how I feel now that the anniversary of her disappearance is
nearly upon us. There is one question, however, that seems to be asked more frequently than most of the rest: How do you feel about the person or persons that are responsible for Suzy being missing?
The first time I was asked this question, I had to pause for a moment - I hadn't really thought about that aspect of things. But slowly a single word began to form in my mind.
Coward. Nothing more, nothing less, simply the word coward.
I began to think about the type of person that would do something like this. The type of person that would take a kind, sweet, loving girl from her loved ones. The type of person
that doesn't have the guts to own up to their actions. The type of person who would allow the friends, families, and loved ones of Suzy to go on for so long not knowing anything. Ultimately, I
realized that, to me, there was no better word for this person than a simple coward.
Not only is this person a coward, but so are their friends. I read somewhere recently the statement "No man is an island," and I couldn't agree more. Someone, somewhere,
has to know more about this situation and what happened, and they too are cowards.
They may think that they're protecting a loved one or a friend, but to them I pose the question: What are you protecting? A thief? A rapist or a child molester? Or even a
murderer? What if you were the one missing a loved one? Wouldn't you want someone like you to come forth and help?
And to the person or persons who are directly involved in my loved one's disappearance, I have this to say. You are a coward and otherwise would not be worth spending more than a
moment's thought on if it were not for this situation. You have destroyed the lives of two families, and have severely affected many, many more. Maybe you think you have an excuse for what you did,
maybe you think that because something happened to you in your childhood, it gives you an excuse to act like this now. It doesn't. You are responsible for your actions and what you have done, but are
apparently too scared, as a child is of the night, to take that responsibility. Maybe, for once in your life, you should do the Right and Honorable thing, or does fear control you?
We miss you, Suzy.
Latham, New York