A Wish for Ashley

To all A Wish for Ashley-ers and Ashley Helpers,

It doesn’t feel like Christmas Eve. Sure, it’s cold out.  The tree is bright (and as meticulous as ever).  The calendar states December 24th. But instead of being filled with anticipation, my mind, as expected, has filled me with memories.  Ashley memories.  Will memories. They defined my understanding of Santa, family, love and miracles.   They define what, to me, Christmas is all about. 



I’ve known that Will would not be here for Christmas.  I’ve known, but the realization doesn’t make the feelings of sadness go away.  My mom reprimanded me this afternoon- “Will would be angry if you were crying this holiday.  That’s not what he would have wanted.”  It’s true.  So, Will, I will try not to cry and instead think up all the wise-ass responses you would have to my family’s antics while opening presents tomorrow morning.  Your responses always made me laugh.  I will try to replace tears with smiles.

I’ve accepted that Ashley will not be here this Christmas.  I’ve accepted it, but the realization doesn’t stop me from hoping that maybe she will be next year.  I’ve never been one to like teams, but all of you reading this are the best team I could have ever assembled.  It’s true.  So, my friends, I will try not to be discouraged that we have not found her yet and instead think up every creative strategy we might be able to employ to make sure Ashley is found soon.  Your encouragement always makes me smile.  I will try to transform smiles into success. 

I hope all of you are surrounded by loved ones for the holiday.  People who make you laugh, dream, and appreciate all you have around you.  Individuals who make you believe that people can produce miracles- however you or your faith may define them.  

With love (and so much gratitude),

Audra