William Tyrell has been gone for one whole year and today.
In those 12 months, he has missed so much. He has missed his fourth birthday party, the colourful wonder of blossoming flowers in the spring, the warmth of summers spent making sandcastles on the beach and the crunching sound of his little feet stomping on fallen autumn leaves. He has missed the excitement of discovering what Santa had left for him under the Christmas tree and hunting for chocolate eggs left by the Easter bunny.
He has missed too much.
What makes me cry when I think of William is the idea that if he is alive, what he will be missing the most is his mummy and daddy. A little four year old whose entire world is wrapped up in the comfort of his father’s arms and the warmth of his mother’s heart, is going without. The thought that he may be somewhere unknown and frightened, unable to comprehend why no one has come to take him home makes my heart want to explode.
In light of recent suspicions by police that this innocent little babe could be a victim of abduction from a Paedophile ring. William’s parents have come forward yet again and publicly pleaded for any information as to his whereabouts. The primal fear and overwhelming sorrow in their voices as they beg for their child to be returned is so raw that listening to them evokes a physical reaction in many of us.
For those of us who are parents, we know that William’s mother and father are living our worst nightmare. Their every waking moment is an agony I hope never to understand.
Although we are strangers, just looking into William’s beautiful eyes in the various pictures of him is often just too difficult. To think that this precious darling could be going through something horrendous is so upsetting that we look away to protect ourselves from the horror of our own minds. And as each day passes, it gets more and more difficult.
But the thing is, we can’t afford to look away.
If William is alive, it is our responsibility to try our hardest to bring him home. To send him back to the arms of his parents, for a lifetime of goodnight kisses and bedtime stories in the safety of a home he feels safe and loved in. To unwrap the gifts that are waiting for him from Santa. To eat a million chocolate eggs.
So the next time a picture of William comes up on your Facebook feed, or you see an article about him, or you just think of the little boy in the Spiderman suit, please circulate it. Because we must keep looking, and sharing, and searching in any way possible, and if that means sharing a post on Facebook or Twitter, then let’s all do it.
Because someone, somewhere, knows something or has seen something. And as a society, none of us should rest until William is back home.
Because we would expect no less if he were our child.
William went missing from his grandmother’s home in Benaroon Drive, Kendall, NSW in Australia in September last year. This is about 25 km south of Port Macquarie. Police believe he may have been abducted by a paedophile ring operating in the area. Please contact the NSW police on 000 or to anonymously report any information please phone 1800 333 000.