Our Matriarch Has Vanished

"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished"

Her Car Was Found One Fateful Morning, But Where Was Our Matriarch

Someone in that dreadful park, reported a strange car in someone's driveway, no driver in sight, and no activity reported. When the police ran the tag number it was registered to "Our Matriarch".

The rippling brook, which was known as the St. Jones River, had the ususal stench of stagnent water, but on this day, I noticed something different. This was the same river, that extended through most of Kent County Delaware. It was title waters from the Atlantic Ocean, and it extended through several towns and for many miles. It was deeper in some areas and more shallow and barely moving in others.

However, at the end of the driveway, the Queen's car, was parked in, there was a row of trees, and directly behind it, was the St. Jones River. The St. Jones River was usually dark waters, but this was very different. This was the same title waters that ran behind our home. The Queen's home for thirty plus years. Our son's home for many of those same years.

Is A Queen Different From A Matriarch

There is all kinds of meanings to a Queen, but no one ever thinks that she will actually vanish. There are Queens throughout a family, meaning that they are the Matriarch of the family, - the glue that holds them together.

Then there is the kind that you are born into, "Royalty", and that is the type we are more familiar with. But whatever, the type of Queen, we all come to depend on them, and we look up to them.

My Queen - Queen Susan

It was 2015, and I answered the knock on the door in late March of that year, to the tune of five Delaware State Policeman standing on my porch. My son was suddenly dead, brutally murdered, without any explanation. They had no answers for me.

Susan, was the matriarch, of our family, the glue that held us all together. Our oldest son was her very best friend in this entire world. They finished each others sentences. Now, how could she ever speak again.

Our Son Was Buried- And Then What

She was in shock, but not for long. She began her own investigation, because the direction the police wanted to take, was not to her liking. She hung flyers, and interviewed people. My son was killed in a horrible area, and our matriarch needed answers, as to why was he there and what happened.

So she set out to find answeres of her own. She went in that awful park, that he was murdered in and started to ask her own questions,- her way.

When asked what she was doing there, our matriarch was fearless, she was broken beyond repair. She answered the best way she knew how I suppose with an honest answer that she was known for, throughout her lifetime. She simply replied, "My blood was spilled here, now this park belongs to me, please do not get in my way". She always spoke like a lady, using please and thank you, however, her message was clear, she was on a mission.

She Did It Her Way

She used her personality, she acted like she had nothing to fear, nothing to loose, and she scared the criminal element that lived there. She hung flyers with out son's picture, asking for anyone that had information on his murder.

I was notified of the situation, and I immediately left work, and headed for that dreadful area. When I got her vehicle in my view, I had an eerie feeling. The kind you get when you have the fear of dread in your sights.

I looked inside the vehicle, and I was quickly reprehended by the State Police, who had not finished their investigation.

They began to question me. They asked me if I allowed my wife to come to this dangerous area by herself. I told them, I asked her not to, but you would have to know my wife, to know no one tells her what to do. Did I know she was going to come out to this park on this very day? "No I didn't," I responded. Did you look in the wooded area, behind the driveway, for any sign of her?"

" We already surveyed the area sir, we want to question you for clues to why she would have come here today, alone, the officer probed." I know nothing about why she came to this dangerous area today," I told the officer.

I Began To Vomit When I Thought About The Possibilities

I walked back to the back of the mobile home lot, where my wife's car was sitting in the driveway. I heard the ripple of the Saint Jones River, and I began to feel a sick feeling in my stomach. I tried not to let my mind wander to the possibilities.

I walked back to the the back of the lot, where I looked over the ridge, and saw the rippling flow of the Satint Jones River, and I looked into the face of the water, and I fell to my knees, and vomited. The possibility of never seeing her again, certainly made the river run in the opposite direction.

I Struggled For Breath

I felt I was choking, when I struggled with the possibilities, of what could have happened. I felt faint, as an officer helped me to my feet, when I heard a familiar voice.

When I turned my head around in the direction of the voice, I saw a familiar figure coming out of the wooded area, behind the lot where my wife's vehicle was found unoccupied.

It Was Our Matriarch

My Queen, my wife, my life's partner, looking somewhat tattered and frightened. She had never been frightened before, during her search for our son's killer.

But this time was different, she explained to me and the officers, that several vehicles had blocked her in and threatened her. She ran and hid in the wooded area by the river until she saw the lights from the police car reflecting off the river, and she now knew it was safe to come out of hiding.

She stumbled over to the vehicle she drove there in, and sat in the drivers seat, now a little wiser, and a little more cautious than she was when she arrived.

Perhaps A Lot Wiser Indeed