On October 22 she writes:
‘Before we left I really wanted to say a warm goodbye to everyone in the hospital.
We gave away our medical splash goggles and midwives and surgeons were really happy with them. Our white coats we gave to Christine, who was really eager to have them. We also exchanged email addresses with her. After saying goodbye to everyone in maternity we stopped by the other wards.
I sincerely regret my stay here is over. All the people in the hospital are so sweet. I will really miss them and hope to be back one day. Who knows, as a doctor of tropical medicine?’
The next day Sophia starts her roundtrip. Six days later, Wednesday October 28, 2015, she disappears.
Every 28th day of each month is a difficult day for us. A painful reminder that another month has passed, without Sophia. As every week, every day means one more day, one more week, without Sophia. And we do not know if the passing of the days, weeks and months, will bring us closer to her, or further away from her.
The 28th of October marks four years without Sophia, four years of painful, devastating insecurity, four years of wondering what happened to our beloved girl; is she still alive, where could she be, under which circumstances?
No child is more present than a missing child. Perhaps only parents in a similar situation can truly understand what it is like, not knowing what happened, wondering whether your child is alive and worrying about their fate, each and every day. I know there are many of you in Uganda, suffering from the same ordeal, especially in the north.
From the moment they are born, our children are, and will always remain, our Achilles heel and we shall never give up on them.
It has pained us immensely to see the case so easily dismissed. We have been fighting ever since to get people, and especially authorities, out of that ‘fatal accident’ tunnel. It seems we are starting to reap some of what we have sowed but everything is going too slow, of course, as for us every day still counts. We cannot and will not rule out she might be somewhere. But where? And how?
We can use all the help we can get to solve the mystery of Sophia’s disappearance.
Four years without Sophia is unreal, incomprehensible and unbearable.
It is hope that keeps me together, that makes me come back to Uganda, time after time, always hoping to find Sophia and take her home.
When nothing is certain, everything is possible and miracles do happen.
SOCIAL MEDIA: #findSophiaK @findSophiaK Facebook