I want to say this: this type of nightmare going on right now for Savannah Guthrie is the worst that I can imagine.
Murder is awful, but you know.
Rape is horrid and can have years of after effects.
But a little over five years ago during the pandemic, my direct boss lived through the absolute horror of her son vanishing off the face of the Earth the night before he was supposed to join the US Army. She raced out of the laboratory one day and we didn’t see her for two weeks and then all of a sudden her boss was relaying to us what little she was comfortable telling us. Keep in mind this woman had just lost her mother less than a month earlier and had dealt with the Covid restrictions for that funeral.
Four months later, almost to the day, they found his remains about 3 miles from where they were looking. The decomposition was so bad that They have no idea why he died except it did not appear to be any sort of a murder. By that point, she had accepted the fact he was more than likely dead, she just wanted something to bury and even said so. He appears to have simply gone out on a drug high barefoot in the cold and died from exposure. But that is simply a working theory since there was nothing they could test for toxicology.
She posts about her son often on Facebook, and I understand that as much as I can. She recently stated she had not smiled in five years, and who can blame her?
I have serious doubts that Savannah Guthrie‘s mother is even still alive at this point. I just hope there is some sort of resolution enclosure, because I seriously would never wish this type of personal horror on my worst enemy.