Many of you who read me locally know about the situation that is happening in Orangeville right now. For those of you that aren’t from the area, it’s been a crazy week.
Last Monday, a local woman was reported missing by her family and shortly thereafter her car was found just off the main street with blood on it, and all the doors left open. Further investigation found the police at her house where blood was also found. There are no suspects, and no-one has any idea why anyone would want to harm this woman. She lived in a quiet neighbourhood, and used to work for the children’s hospital in Toronto. Google the name Sonia Varaschin and you’ll see articles giving the full story.
Helicopters hovered over town for a couple days and the Orangeville Police as well as the O.P.P searched over the last week, with zilch breakthroughs until a body was discovered south of the city yesterday morning. They still don’t know if it’s her or not, or if they do, they’re not talking. The official autopsy takes place tomorrow morning.
While I send my condolences to the family, I feel like it’s not enough. Though I’ve never been in a position even somewhat similar to what Sonia’s family is going through, I know how I’ve felt when someone I loved was dying, and I can tell you condolences did nothing.
My heart breaks knowing there is nothing I can do for this family but pray and hope that all turns out well. It breaks my heart. Maybe it’s just basic human empathy that has me feeling shattered about this, or maybe it’s just that I have always reacted more harshly to stories of human suffering, but either way I go to bed each night feeling sickened by the prospect of what may have happened and fighting back tears.
It’s times like these where I keep asking God why? Why is such a thing possible? Why do bad things happen to good people?
I wish I was some sort of super-sleuth like the ones on tv. I wish that I could go out there, find the guy who did this, beat the living snot out of him before turning him over to the cops, then find her safe and sound and return the woman home.
But I can’t. All I can do is sit here.