I have tried to figure out the best way to post it on dearmichaela, but an indirect link is the best I can figure with my limited computer skills. So you can go to this page and click on Spring 2014:
I want to thank Marc for inviting me to do this, and giving me the opportunity to spread the world of Michaela's story. I pray that it would reach where it needs to reach ... and while it is Michaela herself that I want most to reach, I have no idea of where else it might need to go. If I am never able to find my daughter, if I am able to help another person travel the road of grief and loss and come out whole, that is a gift to me, because it means Michaela's suffering was not for nothing.
Since this is the Klaas Kids newsletter, I just want to say that there are a lot of nonprofit organizations out there to serve missing kids, and quite honestly some of them seem to take in millions of dollars while doing not much more than sitting at their desks. From what I have been able to observe, Marc Klaas is not afraid to leave his desk and get his hands dirty. I have seen him tirelessly helping families of the missing, setting up searches. I attended the 20th anniversary of Polly's kidnapping a little while ago and was able to see the search teams that Klaas Kids is setting up to work around the country. And you know, Marc doesn't have to do this. He did not get trapped on the endless treadmill of searching for a child who could not be found; yet he stayed to help those who are.
Polly Klaas will always be very special to me personally. My youngest daughter was literally born during her memorial service, and we had it on the television in the labor and delivery suite. My youngest is my only child to be born after I had lost Michaela. It took a huge leap of faith and courage to step off that cliff again and open my heart to this love whose true price I had come to know. The significance of that cannot be underplayed. Not only was Polly present at the time, but she brought Michaela into the room as well, as the television station we were watching broadcast photos of other missing children just as her sister Johnna was being born.
At any rate, may these words go with God to whatever distant corners where they might be needed.
Michaela, I love you.