It has been almost an entire month since one of my best friends, Michaela “Mickey” Shunick, went missing from our hometown of Lafayette, Louisiana. The thought of not knowing Mickey’s whereabouts is sickening, like some sort of insane & cerebral nightmare. There are moments throughout my day when I want to pick up the phone to send her a silly text message, or hear her sweet voice. Just for a second. But I can’t.
Something of this nature just doesn’t happen in our town, or so we thought. I, along with most of my other friends, used to feel extremely safe & comfortable in our relatively small town of Lafayette. Since Mickey’s disappearance, the security & warmth we once felt has vanished. The ominous cloud over our community is unavoidable. Some have told me it’s almost unnerving to walk into dark rooms, or in any public outdoor area at nighttime nonetheless.
With so many conspiracies, scenarios, & rumors floating around, it is sometimes difficult to uphold a positive & optimistic attitude. The only thing keeping me strong, motivated, & dedicated is the possibility of seeing her face again. Giving her a huge hug (even though I know she isn’t the biggest fan of hugs). Talking to her about life, school, boys, our hopes & dreams for the future, anything & everything.
I’ve only known Mickey for a little over a year now, but I can honestly say she is one of the smartest, most honest, humorous, selfless, & beautiful human beings I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. Conversations with Mickey are exhilarating, amusing, & uninhibited. She opens her heart & mind to all who know her, adults, children & animals alike. To know Mickey is to love Mickey, and I’d say few (or none) would disagree with me.
Wherever you are, Mick, I miss you dearly. And I’m thinking of you always. Come home soon, please. We’re (your family, friends, pets, & community) a mess without you.