As We Approach Two Years Without Answers
The Last Day I Saw My Boy
There are certain dates on the calendar that never lose their weight. They don’t sneak up on you—they sit there like landmines you can see from miles away, and yet somehow they still knock the wind out of you when they arrive.
For me, those dates all orbit around one person: my son, Cole.
The last time I saw Cole feels like a lifetime ago and yet as close as yesterday. I remember his laugh, that spark in his eyes, the way he filled a room just by walking into it. I didn’t know then that it would be the last time I’d see him. You never think that day could ever be the last.
You think there will always be another hug.
Another conversation.
Another “love you.”
Another chance.
But life doesn’t always work that way.
His Birthday — Forever 24
Just days ago, on November 30th, Cole should have turned 26 years old.
Instead, we celebrated his birthday with no answers, no updates, no clearer picture of what happened than we had last year.
This was our second birthday without him here.
Our second year lighting candles and making wishes that feel more like desperate prayers.
Our second year knowing that time is moving forward yet we are not—because how can you move on when your child is missing?
He is forever 24 in photos, forever young in our memories, forever suspended in this nightmare that we didn’t ask for and can’t wake up from.
The Holidays Without Him
And now—somehow—the holidays are here again. A season that used to be loud and full and beautifully chaotic. Cole loved Christmas. He loved the laughter, the teasing, the traditions, the hugs, the warmth of being home.
Now the holidays carry an ache I can’t fully put into words.
An empty chair.
A quiet space where his presence should be.
A reminder of everything we’ve lost and everything we still don’t know.
Two Years Approaching
In a few weeks, December 31st will mark two years since Cole went missing.
Two years without answers.
Two years without truth.
Two years of searching, fighting, begging, hoping, breaking, rebuilding, and starting all over again.
Two years of living in a reality that no mother should ever have to endure.
I don’t know if anniversary is even the right word.
Anniversaries are meant to honour something good, something worth celebrating.
There is nothing about this that is celebratory.
This is a wound that never gets the chance to heal.
What We’re Still Asking For
Through all of this—every milestone, every heartbreak, every unanswered question—there is one thing that has never changed:
Someone out there knows something.
Someone has information—big or small—that could finally bring clarity, truth, and movement in this case.
Someone holds a piece of the puzzle that could give a mother and a family the answers we desperately need.
So today, as I write this update, as I sit in the middle of grief, time, and uncertainty, I am making this plea again:
If you know something—anything—please come forward.
Do it anonymously.
Do it quietly.
Do it however you need to.
But please… come forward.
Cole is not just a name.
Not just a headline.
Not just a missing persons file.
He is my son.
A father.
A brother.
A friend.
A human being who is deeply loved and fiercely missed.
We cannot give up.
We will not stop searching.
And we will continue to fight for answers, for truth, and for justice—however long it takes.
If you have information, please reach out to RCMP or Crime Stoppers.
You can remain completely anonymous.
Please—help bring Cole home.
#JusticeForColeHosack
#BringColeHome
#PleaseComeForward
