Missing persons: Rusty and Becky Porter

I have been on radio silence recently, due to working a lot and generally being too busy to think. But the last several days my heart has been elsewhere—and if you’re friends with me on Facebook you’ve already seen me post about this.

My friend is missing.

Her name is Becky, and I’ve known her a good portion of my life. No, it’s not an allegory about how I’m missing myself, who I once was, or anything like that. I’m serious.

Her name is Becky Porter (although people in the area knew her previously as Becky Ellsworth and her maiden name was Becky Hufft) and she hasn’t been seen since Sunday evening, 4/17/2011. Her husband, Russell (Rusty) is missing as well.

Russell & Rebecca Porter have been missing since Sunday, April 17, 2011.This has been on my mind since Tuesday, when I first got word of their disappearance. Their car, phones, Becky’s purse are all reportedly at the house. No one has seen them, nor do they know where they went.

And we’re all heartsick.

This happens on TV. In the movies. To other people in faraway places. Not back home where the towns are small and everyone knows everyone else.

And as more time passes, the more I worry that things won’t turn out as we hope. Many of her friends and family are church-goers and they are posting on her wall about their prayers and faith that everything will turn out all right. While I struggle to remain positive and have faith that there will be a good outcome. But in the back of my mind, the reality of the statistics in cases like this flow through my brain. My cynicism shows and I wonder what they’ll say if there’s not an outcome they were praying for. How will their faith handle it? Maybe better than mine. Maybe their faith is already handling it better than mine. Maybe I just watch too many cop/csi/law/crime shows.

In the mean time, it is eerily similar to another case almost 20 years ago where three women in Springfield (Mo.) disappeared without a trace (I wrote about that once but lost the post in one of my content moves). I hope it’s not the same. And I wonder what in the world could have caused anyone to want to harm (or even just scare) such a nice, smalltown girl.

And if it can happen to her, how easily can it happen to any one of us?

Please, please pray for their safe return. In spite of my skepticism. In spite of my fears. Please pray. It’s all we have right now.

Update: Rusty’s and Becky’s bodies were found in a very remote part of Taney County toward the end of July. I am so sad to hear this news, but at least their families can finally stop worrying. We hope the authorities find out who did this and why.

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4 Responses
  1. bethany actually (15 comments.) says:

    Oh, Becky, I’m so sorry! This is just awful. I read one of the articles that you linked to and the part about the security cameras being pointed at the ground and the strong smell of bleach was just chilling.

    My senior year of high school, one of my classmates was abducted from the street in front of our school. Her body was found a few days later in a ditch north of the city, on the day of our homecoming dance. She had been voted Homecoming Queen. The whole thing was completely surreal. It felt like something that happened in a movie or on the news, not to someone whom I saw walking down the hall between 1st and 2nd period every day.

    I will pray for your friends, and for their friends and family, including you.
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    • becky says:

      Thank you, Bethany. I am trying to remain positive the best I can. But what little we’ve read about doesn’t bode well. The PD is supposed to give a press conference tomorrow and at that point we might know a little more. Hopefully.

      I can only imagine how scary that must’ve been in high school to have that happen — especially right in front of the school.

      Sometimes it scares me to think about living way out in the country again with few neighbors around. But there are dangers in the city, too. I’m a worrier, so I have to find a way not to live in fear all the time. It’s harder than you may think.

  2. Ali (1 comments.) says:

    I have been, and continue to be, thinking of you and your friends, and their family and other friends, and hoping for a safe return, or even just a clue to where they may be. I cannot fathom what everyone is feeling, and I hope never to have an experience such as this, but I am sending every ounce of love I can spare, and sending safe and sound wishes for them to be found.

  3. Leslie Hufft says:

    Becky, Our faith is all we have as we wait for more news. It will be what holds us up if the news is bad and our faith that will carry us in hope. I pray. Funny how family your barely know (she is my husband’s aunt) can raise so many questions about the places we once thought of as safe. It can happen anywhere to anyone…so what else do any of us have but our hope which is in our faith?