I found out through a Facebook post (by the spouse of the person I knew who'd gone missing). I got wide-eyed reading that. I replied with what little I could reply with; I wouldn't have been able to join the people who were looking for the missing people. Moral support is nice, but sometimes other types of support are needed. Thank goodness other people could provide that.
Still, I kept the missing people in my thoughts as I did other things today: bussing around, going to see the delightful film Wreck-It Ralph at the Academy Theater, then walking over to the Belmont Library for some wifi use. (I walked up and over the north side of Mt. Tabor Park, because it appealed to my sense of the dramatic to walk across a mountain.) And once I was at the library and could look at Facebook, I learned that the two people were fine, and had been found, and THE IMPORTANT THING IS THEY WERE OKAY. I've since heard from one of them [redacted]self -- yes, I'm not saying if she was male or if he was female, because that's not needed for this post -- and I breathed easier.
Thank everything for a happy ending, because it could've been far worse than that. During the day, I kept remembering the loss of James Kim -- another case, one that turned out far sadder.
I am grateful that the two people who'd gone missing had known what to do, and had done so the right way. They, I'm sure, have been getting plenty of hugs.
Now I want to hug. More than usual; I always like to hug.