The guy I posted about several times was finally found late Thursday, October 3rd.

A cop found his car at the end of a parking lot, backing up to a cornfield late afternoon. It was one mile from his parents’ home, about 10 miles from his own home with his wife of three years and 1-year-old son. The cop was in the area on another call when he spotted the car belonging to Nick.

A search was done in the fields right beyond the parking lot but several hours later they called off the search because it was raining and it was dark.

I knew they found him then, despite not announcing it. I just knew it.

The next morning (Friday the 4th), the police announced that a very decomposed body was found in the fields at about 10:30 the night before (the car was found around 5PM). They said that it was believed to be Nick Steward based on personal belongings on and/or near him.

Later we learned the body had cuts to both wrists, his upper left arm, and his neck (but they think they neck wound may be a result of wildlife).

As of right now, they still haven’t confirmed that the DNA is of Nick Steward but his family have accepted that it is.

The news reports all point toward suicide.

I knew when they announced his car was found Thursday late afternoon that things weren’t good. I suspected from the get-go he was gone–either suicide or just took off.

I didn’t know this man or any of his family and friends.

Still, I felt so incredibly sad when I learned he was found and the state in which he was found.

I can’t even begin to imagine what his family and friends are going through.

Because I was so obsessed with the case, I’ve been still checking any sources I could for information. Last night as I was laying in bed, I went to Nick’s Facebook page and clicked on his friends list. The number of profile photos I saw that included pictures of Nick made my eyes swell with tears. He had so many friends. He had a beautiful wife and an adorable little boy. He had so much.

So why?

I’ve been in the dark place before. I’ve contemplated ending it all. It’s been such a long time since I’ve lived in that place, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I wouldn’t wish that darkness on anyone. So I really do understand why people do it but… in this case… it’s so hard to accept. Mainly because of the one year old, I think. That’s what really slays me.

Ugh. Such a sad story.

Who really knows though? He very well could’ve been murdered–made to look like a suicide. I mean you gotta really want it to cut both wrists, right? Yikes. But if he was murdered… it’s just all so coincidental:

  • he talked to his wife and parents after leaving work
  • he told them his phone was dying
  • he ended up one mile from his parents home
  • a search wasn’t formed for 10 days!
  • police issued a notice of his missing status indicating he was depressed and possibly suicidal one day (about three or four days in) (I actually have proof because I saved a copy of the report to my desktop), but then the notice was retracted within hours
  • his family and friends seem to be so accepting of everything

If this happened to me and I thought for a moment my loved was murdered, oh hell no would I sit back quietly and let it seem like he took his own life.

I suspect they’d do the same.

Just sad. So sad.

But at least this family gets some closure unlike others whose family members never resurface.


RIP Nick Steward