The journal is for and about my daughter, Ariane. She left her family in Boston for New York city at Christmas time of 1998 and has not been seen since. I refuse to believe that she is not among the living, but nonetheless the grief is a bottomless well. Every year around this time, I create a memorial to her in some way. I have set my prayers on the wind in Boston, New York, and other places. On the eve of what would be her 30th birthday, I am setting my prayers upon the sussurating shores of the internet, where perhaps some deity will be moved to mercy.
Update: Seven years after leaving, Ariane has returned home. We begin again, picking up where we left off. I've have locked my posts, out of respect for her wishes.
Yet another update: Round about August of 2006, after less than a year among her and her boyfriend's relatives (still the same one after all this time, I am grateful that she has not been wandering alone), Ariane slipped away again and hasn't been in touch. I've re-opened the journal as a way of using the power of the intarnetz to cast messages in a bottle, in the hope that she might find them. Someday, she might want to know.
Ariane, wherever you are, whatever you are doing, whether you understand it or not, we love you. We are imperfect beings, but no matter what, no matter where in the world that you are, if you ever need help, we will be there.