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Desperately Seeking Christine As you may know, Jeanelle and I have five kids: four sons and one daughter, Christine. A Livingston Family Adventure
disbelief. “Christine, you see that police car? Do you know you’ve been gone for almost three hours? We’ve been worried about you!” Relief, surprise, and frustration bubbled up as I spoke. “Well a little girl came by, and she was really nice,” Christine told us. “She asked if I wanted to come to her house to play with dolls. So I did!” The whole time, Christine had been less than a block away. She’d been happily playing dolls, oblivious to the frantic situation outside. Thank goodness she was fine! Soon, the crowd began to go home. During the 6 o’clock news that night, we watched as a picture of Christine appeared, showing her happily walking down the sidewalk to her stressed-out family, police officers in the background. Soon, our relatives called to say they’d seen it. No one was really all that surprised; though, of course, they were relieved Christine was okay. Today, Christine and her husband, Jake, live in Eastern Idaho. They have a little one of their own now, a very active little boy named Sylas. I pray that Sylas hasn’t inherited Christine’s wandering gene; though if he has, I’ll hopefully be able to give her some pointers.
Her brothers hadn’t realized she was gone, either, and they didn’t know where she was. Given Christine’s propensity to this behavior, Jeff and Derek weren’t overly concerned, just exasperated. “What else is new?” Jeff asked. “Do you know how much of my life I’ve wasted looking for my sister?” Derek nodded in agreement. We were next to a very busy road, and, after a few minutes, panic set in. To add to our urgency, the house was only a mile away from a park next to the river, where insistent warning signs cautioned against the high floodwater. We began a frantic search, combing the area and feeling more concerned by the minute. Soon, we called the police. They arrived in multiple vehicles with their K9 unit. We provided an article of Christine’s clothing, and the dogs got to work. We looked for another hour, growing more and more worried. Neighbors joined the search, and soon the local television station arrived with their film crews, capturing it all on camera. Another hour went by, maybe more. Suddenly, I heard a small voice behind me. “Hi, Daddy!” There was Christine, carefree and happy with no idea that her family, neighbors, police, and most of the town had spent the last few hours searching for her. I was in
As a kid, Christine had big, Coke-bottle glasses. They were so thick that if she took them off and set them down on paper, the sunlight would burn a hole in it. But Christine’s most notorious trait, well-known by family and friends alike, was her ability to disappear. Around the Livingston household, the most common phrase you’d hear was “Where’s Christine?” Since she was little, Christine’s had the tendency to wander off without telling anyone where she’s going. When she was a child, there were many times when we’d suddenly realize she wasn’t with us, and we worried constantly that we’d lose her during supermarket trips or at amusement parks. One summer, around this same time of year, we headed to southern Alberta to visit family. We arrived tired and happy to see Grandma and Grandpa and soon settled into bed for the night. I’ve always been an early riser, and I was the first to wake up to a beautiful, sunny day. I showered and wandered into the kitchen. Glancing outside, I saw Christine playing with her two older brothers next to two massive evergreen trees. A bit later, Jeanelle joined me. When we looked outside again, we didn’t see our daughter. “Where’s Christine?” Jeanelle asked. Uh-oh .
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