On Tuesday, November 11, 2008 - in Lansing, Michigan - my beautiful 34-year old sister walked out her front door and disappeared.
As of April 2009, the Michigan State police investigation is still active and ongoing as a Missing Persons case.
When I talked to her on Friday afternoon, she was very happy about a paid Horticultural Department internship she’d just landed at MSU. (She already has/had a biology degree and was acquiring the needed classes to attain a second undergrad degree and then enroll in her graduate program of choice: a Public Gardens Management program at Cornell.)
Here is the Lansing State Journal story from November 20, 2008.
And the Port Huron Times Herald story from January 4, 2009. (We both did a few semesters at St. Clair Community College in Port Huron; me in the late 80s, she in the early 90s.)
Here she is:
Years ago while talking about our future hopes, Krista said, “If you can make your work your Play, you’ll get to play every day – and will never grow tired.”
In the end, I chose to write and try to be influential in this nation’s governance and politics.
She, to plant and tend to her (or someone’s) garden.
I trust she is now in charge of a large-ish plot somewhere on the west end of Heaven. Angels are strolling by, nodding and whispering in admiration. She is too busy weeding to notice.
(Do you think there are weeds in Heaven?)
I believe I will find out when my work play here is done.
