Dear Zac,
Where are you buddy? It’s now three
weeks since you went missing and still no one knows where you are or what’s
happened to you.
Every day I try to work out what
went wrong. I mean it was just a family barbeque in the backyard. Mom sent you
to get the watering hose from the front yard but you didn’t return. We didn’t
see you again. It was Mackie that noticed you’d been gone too long. It was also
Mackie that found you left yellow Doc Marten in the driveway. He never let’s go
of it now . . . he even sleeps with it!
Oh Zac, we’re all going crazy here!
Mom cries in her room all day, Dad sits in the driveway all day (consequently
he’s sunburnt). Ike has taken to sitting next to your drum kit but he’s careful
not to touch it. The girls used to sit amongst your lego but now I think
they’re secretly taking it all to the cubby house. Mackie finds the most
extraordinary places to hide with your shoe. Yesterday after an hour of
searching, we found him behind Gramma’s old trunk in the attic. And Zoe . . .
Well, even though she’s young, I think she knows something’s wrong. She doesn’t
cry, she doesn’t
laugh . . .
she just sits in the lounge.
Me? Well I definitely know I’ve gone
insane. If I’m not out buying every newspaper in America and reading them all
to see if there’s a clue to where you might be, then I’m ringing the police for
another update on the search. Usually in the late afternoon I start getting
panic attacks. I start thinking that we’ll never find you. I think that someone
has kidnapped you and is doing terrible things to you. I usually then go up to
our room and sit on the floor staring at your bed.
Zac, man, I don’t know how long this
can go on? We’ve all lost the will to carry on. Ike and I have decided not to
continue with the band. It just wouldn’t be right. At first, when we told
Christopher (Sabec) he tried to get us to rethink.
I kind of think that in the
beginning, everyone including Chris, thought that you were just pulling another
one of your stupid pranks, Zac. I mean, you did a runner on us all in Sydney
for the day and when you came back, Mom and Dad totally grounded you, but you
know they were just worried.
Sometimes I try to convince myself
that you faked your own disappearance, to get away from everything. If I
convince myself this, then I know you’re fine. You’re probably holed up in some
Texas hotel/motel, pigging out on Pringles, jello and candy. Watching some late
night home shopping channel, thinking whether you should buy the alarm clock
that looks like a set of drums! Or maybe not . . .
Three weeks! Three weeks, man. And
nothing! No one has a single clue where you are . . . or if you’re alive! What
are we gonna do if you never come back? Would life be worth living without you?
It certainly hasn’t so far! Well where ever you are Zac, just know that
everyone loves you, especially me, little bro.
Love, Peace and Music, Taylor.
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