You may have heard about this–it made national coverage. A San Francisco family (dad, mom, 4 y/o and 6 m/o daughters) went missing after visiting family for Thanksgiving up here in Washington near where I live. They left the day after to drive back to Frisco.
Well, they never made it, and it was 10 days before searchers found the car lost on a hunting road normally closed this time of year in the Oregon mountains, with mom and daughters inside and alive. She had keep them in remarkably good shape by breastfeeding both of them.
Dad, after valiantly keeping his family alive the whole week by huddling together in the car during the day, melting snow for water, and burning the tires of the car one by one for heat at night, left on Saturday to get help since they hadn’t been rescued.
Well, I just found out that searchers finally found him–dead.
I don’t know what it was about this story that I felt so connected to this family of strangers, but I just burst into tears when I got the news. I prayed so hard last night to the universe that he would be found–alive. I don’t know them for nothing, but this has grabbed hold of me, and I’m just heartbroken to find this out. I’m welling up just typing this.
It’s so sad. They seemed like such a nice, happy young family, full of love and life. It just breaks my heart…
I know this might sound all new-agey and weirdo-ish, which I’m definitely not, but I wonder if it was his spirit in death that guided rescuers to his family. Like, as a mortal human, he couldn’t help them, but in spirit he did.
I’m praying Mrs. Kim and her daughters find some consolation in knowing that their husband and father was a brave hero.
God bless you, Mr. Kim and family.
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