At the height of the Vietnames war, Joan Baez recorded "Where are you now, my son?". Well, I presume you are not in any war, near or far; and everybody knows you're not my son. But the feeling remains. Where are you now? What a loss. If only we could learn that you're fine. That would be a huge relief. And if not, what it is that bothers you. Help can't be promised, but by heart, it can be tried.