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As We Approach Two Years Without Answers

Sun, 14 Dec 2025 04:03:15 GMT

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

Another Harvest Without You — Still Searching for Cole

Thu, 23 Oct 2025 01:44:36 GMT

Another season has come and gone on the farm — another harvest without Cole.

The air carries that familiar mix of crispness and nostalgia, and while the world keeps turning, our hearts remain suspended in time, still waiting for answers. Life hasn’t settled, but it continues — in small moments of laughter, in growing children, in memories that refuse to fade. Here’s where we are now — still standing, still searching, still loving him through it all.

It’s hard to believe how much time has passed since we last saw Cole’s smile, heard his laugh, or got one of his famous bear hugs. As the leaves turned and the fields ripened once again, another harvest season came and went without him.

The farm was alive with the hum of machinery, the smell of grain in the air, and that golden glow that only fall brings — but there was a quiet ache woven through it all. Cole loved this time of year. Harvest always brought out his work ethic and his humor, his way of making even the hardest days lighter. To walk through another season without him was both beautiful and heartbreaking. The world keeps moving, but for us, time has never really caught up since he went missing.

Despite our constant reaching out and follow-ups, there is still no news from police. No new information, no confirmed leads, no updates — just silence. That silence cuts deeper as the days pass, but we hold on to hope, because love demands it. Cole is loved. He is missed. And he deserves to be found.

Life’s Unsteady Rhythm

Life has yet to settle into anything that feels normal. Just when we think we’ve made it through the worst of the storm, another wave of tragedy hits. Our family has endured more loss, more heartbreak, and yet somehow, we keep finding our way back to our feet. Some days it’s survival, other days it’s strength — but every day it’s love that keeps us going.

Bentley’s New Chapter

This fall marked a huge milestone — Bentley started school. And oh, how proud his daddy would be. He’s growing into such a curious, kind-hearted, and fearless little boy. He’s got that same mischievous twinkle in his eye that Cole had, and that same infectious laugh that fills the room. Watching him put on his backpack that first morning felt like a punch to the heart — bittersweet and beautiful all at once. Cole should’ve been there, kneeling down to tie his shoes, telling him how proud he was. We could almost feel him there, smiling from somewhere unseen.

Our Little Princess

Our little princess is growing like a weed, full of life, sass, and spirit. Her giggles are contagious, her energy boundless. She’s a walking reminder that even through grief, life keeps blooming. These little ones — their laughter, their love — they are what keeps our hearts from collapsing entirely.

The Weight and the Light

Grief doesn’t follow rules, and healing isn’t something you check off a list. Some days we are strong; other days, we break in quiet moments when no one’s watching. There are days when we stare at the phone, hoping for a call that doesn’t come. But through every storm, we have been carried by an incredible community — people who continue to show up, to pray, to share, and to remind us that we’re not alone.

Still Searching

Cole’s story is far from over. We will never stop speaking his name, sharing his story, or searching for the truth. Every harvest, every sunrise, every milestone is a reminder of what’s missing — but also of what remains: love, hope, and resilience.

To everyone who continues to walk this journey with us — thank you. Your kindness, your messages, your light help us keep going.

Until he’s found, we’ll keep the light on.

For Cole. Always.

With love,

Julie & Family

Welcome to the World, Miss Kinsley-Cole

Wed, 23 Apr 2025 23:26:06 GMT

A New Beginning, A Tribute to the One We Miss

On April 11, 2025, at 1:38 pm, our family welcomed a new light into this world—Miss Kinsley-Cole.

She arrived healthy, beautiful, and surrounded by love. Her tiny hands, her perfect little cry, her peaceful presence—every bit of her felt like a gift sent straight from heaven. But it’s her name that carries something even deeper. Her name, Kinsley- Cole, is a tribute to her uncle—our missing piece, our forever protector, our Cole.

He should have been here. He should have been the one to hold her first, to make her laugh, to spoil her endlessly. But even though he’s not physically with us, his presence was felt in that delivery room. His name lives on through her, a constant reminder of who he was and how much he is loved.

As we hold this precious new life in our arms, we find ourselves caught between two worlds. One where life continues—where babies are born, birthdays are celebrated, and the world keeps turning. And one where we’re still frozen in time, waiting, hoping, praying for answers… for Cole.

We live forward because we must. Because Bentley still asks about his daddy. Because the babies keep growing. Because Cole would want us to. But that doesn’t mean we’ve moved on—not even close. We are still searching. Still holding onto faith. Still aching with the heaviness of not knowing.

Kinsley-Cole’s birth is a bright moment in the darkest of journeys. She is proof that love continues to grow, even in the face of heartbreak. She is living, breathing legacy—his name spoken again and again in joy, in hope, in remembrance.

To our sweet Kinsley-Cole: you carry a name full of strength, love, and light.

To our beloved Cole: we will never stop looking. Never stop fighting. Never stop loving you.

And to everyone reading this—hold your people tight. Say their names. Speak your truth.

Because every day matters. Every soul matters. And love, always, finds a way to live on.

With all our hearts,

Cole’s Family

The Importance of Being Present

Mon, 18 Nov 2024 09:54:03 GMT

A year ago today ��

The Importance of Being Present

11/25/2024

A year ago today marked the last time I saw Cole, hugged him, and told him I loved him. I didn’t know it would be the last time. I didn’t know life as I knew it was about to change forever.

Looking back, I wish I had truly paused in that moment—memorized every little thing about him. His smile, his laugh, the way he made the world brighter just by being in it. I wish I had soaked it all in instead of assuming we’d have more time.

We often take life for granted, rushing through moments with the belief that there will always be another chance. But the truth is, time is precious, and we never know when the last hug, the last laugh, or the last “I love you” will be.

Being fully present is a gift—not just to the ones you love but to yourself. Take the time to notice the little things, to hold your loved ones tighter, to put down distractions and really live in the moment.

Today, in honor of Cole, I encourage you to cherish the people in your life. Live fully in the now. Soak in every moment, because today is all we are truly promised.

Cole, you are loved beyond measure and missed beyond words. You will always be in my heart. ❤️

Julie