It has been two years and I still do not know where my children are living or how they are doing. I send cards to my kid’s maternal grandparents for their birthdays and all the holidays but they are always returned – unopened. Unfortunately all communication has been cut off. I no longer have the opportunity to take my children camping, hiking, to fly model rockets, to see a show, help them with their school work or talk about life with them before they go to bed. These were common occurrences which we shared before their mother kidnapped them to Japan.
Now I am forced to place my children’s fate into hands of our Federal Government, specifically in hands of the Department of State. The State Department constantly tells left behind parents they are doing everything they can to return our children. However, we don’t believe it. Unable to resolve even one case with the Japanese Government leaves me little faith that they will fight for my children.
This whole situation has been very difficult on me, as well as my family. My parents, brothers and sister will never get to know Gunnar or Kianna. Somehow I continue to go on and every day I pray for their safety and their return. When I can sleep, I periodically have dreams of my children. Often by the time the dream is over they end up being abducted again. The nightmare I live with is knowing this is the only time I will ever see my children.