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"Until you have a son of your own . . . you will never know the joy, the love beyond the feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son. You will never know the sense of honor that makes a man want to be more than he is and to pass something good and hopeful into the hands of his son." Kent Nerburn
My son Lance was kidnapped by my wife and taken to Greece on February 18th, 2009. It has devastated me, but I'm even more concerned for Lance and the impact on his mental, emotional and physical well-being. This site is dedicated to securing his return to the US as quickly as possible and restoring my bond with the gorgeous little fella. You can read more about my objectives in About the Campaign.
For the Last Time...
As that fateful day approached neither I nor Lance realised that our time together was about to end so abruptly. We didn't realise that we were doing things together for the last time.
The Monday before the kidnapping was President's Day, which meant I had the day off. I took Lance into Manhattan on the ferry -- for the last time. As usual, he loved it. He was disappointed that we couldn't open a window because it was so cold. He really loved putting his head out of the window to look at the sights of New York harbour and I loved watching him do it.
I decided we'd go to a book store to get a book on a programming language I wanted to learn, so I could improve the website I'd been tinkering with for him called Lance's Playroom.
Lance had fun running around the aisles and I had fun chasing him. I got what I needed and I found him a great book: ABC in NYC. He loves New York and he loves learning to read signs. Perfect! We read it that night together and then Tuesday night -- for the last time.
As usual, I took pictures of Lance on our trip and this is the last picture I took of him. We had fun at the time because I was trying to get him to pose in front of the window but he preferred messing around, with a nearby chair serving as an adhoc climbing frame, so I got pics of him in all kinds of poses. It was fun reviewing the pictures on Tuesday. After Wednesday, this picture became incredibly sad to look at because it represented a father and son trip -- for the last time.
I miss my little guy so much and it hurts me so much inside that I'm not there to protect him. One of the hardest things to come to terms with is one of the simplest -- I can't tell him I love him. I told him constantly that I loved him. And I can't do that now, not even on the phone. It's heartbreaking.
You can read more about Lance and my love for him in About Lance.
Please Help
I can't imagine what he's been told or what he's thinking to explain why I, and his life in America, have disappeared so abruptly. Why one day he was taking the ferry with Daddy and two days later, the ferry and Daddy disappeared. This is a devastating experience for the both of us and I really need your help to bring Lance home. A lot of people have been shocked at what has happened and offered their help and I've set up this website to help rally support. You can read more about how you can help here.
Worried Folks Left Behind
Lance hasn't just been separated from me; he also has an extended family that he loved and they cared about him deeply. He absolutely adored his little cousins and they recently sent me letters for him, which you can read here. His Nana and Granddad love him and miss him too. More about that here.
Everybody I talk to is concerned about Lance (after they get over the shock!). I have a lot of friends that have heard about him (Proud Dad Syndrome, sorry!) or met him that have expressed concern and offered to help in anyway they can. I suggested folks write testimonials for this site and for packs I will send to key decision makers. I've just put the first of these up here. Thank you very much to Berin for writing it. It brought tears to my eyes reading it -- it was full of kind things but also it made me miss Lance soooo much. So much.