Anxious nighttime search something to remember
It was a wet, slushy night and our band gig down at the Lynn Valley Village Christmas Tree Walk had been cancelled. I was looking forward to a night in front of the fire, but life, of course, had other plans and at 4:30 p.m. I was instead trudging exasperatedly down the dark street to help my son look for his lost wallet.When I caught up to him, though, he wasn’t looking for the Canucks wallet that had fallen out of his pocket on the way home from school. “I’m helping this kid find his sister,” he explained, gesturing to the solemn-looking boy beside him.The story quickly became alarming. The young lad had come home from school, said hi to his little sister, then gone back to the adjacent field to play for a half hour with friends. When he had come back to the family’s basement suite, his sister was nowhere to be found.By the time my son had caught up with him, the boy had checked all through their home twice. Unsure what else to do – he didn’t know his mom’s cell phone number, he said, and didn’t expect her back from work for an hour or so – he was pacing up and down the street with his dog.Not sure what to do myself, I followed him back home and asked if it was okay if I checked the suite one more time. The upstairs homeowners were out, and the boy was certain there were no nearby playmates she might have taken it upon herself to visit. By this time he’d been looking for her nearly 45 minutes. I reached for my son’s cellphone and dialed 9-1-1.By the time I had finished giving the details to the dispatcher, and walked through the suite one more time while the calm voice stayed with me on the phone asking questions, I could see blue and red lights flashing off the snow in the front yard. The RCMP had arrived.
Over the next forty minutes, flashlights probed the dark suite upstairs and the backyard sheds. More officers arrived and the police radio reported that other units were looking throughout the neighbourhood. The dog squad was scrambled and clustering neighbours were asked to keep their pets at bay so they wouldn’t add distracting scents to the scene. A young couple from next door arrived back from a fruitless search of nearby sidewalks and trails.
Amidst the steadily escalating action, my son and I tried to quell the boy’s anxieties with conversation about school, teachers, and Christmas. Inside I prayed that the situation would magically resolve itself before the mother came home from work and stepped into every parent’s worst imaginings. But different frightening scenarios kept interrupting my thoughts, each vying for my attention. I tried not to think about the creek across the street, and the slippery ground all around it.We’ve all had these moments in life; time-suspended moments during which we balance on a fulcrum, teeter-tottering between life as we know it and life as we’ve never forseen it. Times when we’ve waited for a serious medical diagnosis. Times when the phone rings in the middle of the night and we reach out an arm, sleep-befuddled, scrabbling for the receiver that might be delivering bad news, or just a tipsy-sounding ‘sorry, wrong number’ apology. That agonizingly drawn-out slow-motion minute as a car spins on the ice, either to come within a whisker of the people waiting for the bus, or send them flying.On this dark Lynn Valley night, every minute that passed seemed to tip the balance farther away from a happy outcome. But shortly after 6 p.m., something happened that suddenly sent the odds skyrocketing in a reassuring new direction.The upstairs neighbor came home from a long dog walk, and was brought up to speed on the police activity throughout his yard. He didn’t seem particularly alarmed. “But I saw her at about 4:30,” he said of the mom, who everyone had assumed to be still at work at that time. “She seemed in a hurry."Relief billowed through the air like the condensation of breath on a cold night. Perhaps Mom had come home and taken the daughter out; someone recalled a festive event that was on the school calendar for that afternoon. Sure enough, five minutes later a woman came up the street, holding a little girl by the hand. It was Mom.

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