February 23rd 2014 is 7 years to the day my brother John Spira disappeared.
When I say disappeared I mean he was murdered and the killer hid his body leaving his friends and family waiting, wondering, hoping, angry, sad and out for justice. This will be the year we legally declare John dead.
It’s a travesty that the people responsible have put us in this situation killing a piece of us a little more each day that goes by without knowing where he is. That is not to say we don’t know anything though. But, as awful as this anniversary date is, it is also the anniversary of a miracle.
On this day two years prior to johns disappearance my son survived a horrific accident after being impaled by a bicycle brake handle that landed just one millimeter from his carotid artery, millimeters from his optic nerve and narrowly missed his eye. So you could say this is a bittersweet day.