From our friend, Jim Viola:
Effective today, June 16, 2006, Patricia's Story has been added to the AMW web site
in the My Story section. It is in the June section and will remain there indefinitely.
To view it, click the link below:
We are very excited about this considering that the AMW site get over 1 million hits per week.
Please pass this on. Thanks for everyone's continued support. We are not ready to give up by any
Media outlets, please call Jim Viola at xxx-xxx-xxxx to arrange for an interview with AMW reps.
This is wonderful news for Jim and his family.
Here is his story:
"Valentine's Day Gifts Left Unopened
Pat always had a smile on her face.
We need your help. My life took a dramatic change on Tuesday, February 13, 2001 when I walked into our Bogota, NJ home with an arm full of Valentine's gifts for my wife, Patricia Viola, and realized quickly that she was not there.
Jim Viola remembers his wife's favorite Giorgio perfume, and the way she liked her breakfast in the morning (eggs over-easy, Taylor ham, and coffee - milk, no sugar).
He remembers the sound of Pat's voice as she sang oldies karaoke with her friends at their house, how she loved hosting Thanksgiving dinner, and how even though she was a conservative woman, loved the wildest rides on the boardwalk.
He remembers everything about her, even the last time she said 'I love you.'
The house is all ready, just in case she comes back tomorrow. Her clothes are in the closet waiting, her unopened Valentine's Day presents sitting below the mantel. Everything is just as it was in 2001...the only thing missing is Patricia.
Jim met Pat when he went to interview for a job. She worked in the human resources department, and assisted Jim when he came in to interview. Not only did Jim get the job, he also got a date with Pat.
We started dating, going out to lunch, and got married in 1986. I was originally from New York, and she lived in Bogota. To me, she was a nice, sweet, country girl. She was a wonderful wife, very down to earth and sweet. Always with a smile on her face. I know I'll never meet another person like her. That is why we need to find her.
"You think you have it all, and then it is gone."
Into Thin Air
Jim and Pat were married in 1986.
We...were just a normal family. The pool and the deck, music playing. You think you have it all, and then it is gone.
On the morning of February 13, 2001, Jim says Pat seemed a little agitated. His sister was staying with them, and Pat had been dreading a confrontation about smoking in the house. The discussion didn't go well, but Pat continued her day by going to her son's elementary school, E. Roy Bixby, where she volunteered as a librarian. Her co-workers said she seemed sullen when she first got there, but by the end of her shift seemed much more relaxed. At 11:35 a.m., Pat walked one block back home, talked to her mother on the phone at around noon, and then set the house alarm at 1:11 p.m., and left. She was wearing a green or gray long sleeved sports shirt, jeans, white athletic shoes, and a black cloth winter jacket. The is the last anyone has seen or heard from her.
While this seems like an ordinary morning, police say there are a few things that don't add up. When Patrica set the alarm and left the house, her personal items - purse, wallet, keys, ID, medication - were all left inside. To make matters worse, Pat suffers from epilepsy and is prone to have seizures if not on her medication. The door Pat left automatically locks when closed, and Jim fears she may have accidentally locked herself outside. When she locked her keys in the car or house before, however, she had always called Jim to ask for his assistance.
Earlier that year, Pat's doctor had taken away her license due to an epileptic seizure. She was looking forward to getting her license back before the winter holidays, and was very disappointed when her doctor decided to hold the suspension for another three months. Luckily, Pat's town of Bogota is very small, so it was easy for her to travel around on foot.
Police don't know what happened to Pat that day, but found no signs of a struggle. Search dogs were brought into the house and property, the vehicles were checked, as was the surrounding neighborhood. Roadblocks were put up and cars in all directions in and out of Bogota stopped. The airports, bus, and train stations were all investigated, but no one with Pat's description was seen. It was as if she just disappeared.
Det. James Sepp of the Bogota Police Department regrets that he can't give Pat's distraught husband and family some type of lead. "I would like something to tell him. I wish I had the answer, but there is nothing pointing me in either direction, good or bad."
The 'What-If' Game
Five years later, Patricia Viola is still missing.
For Jim and his family, it is the not knowing that is the hardest. They don't know if Pat had a seizure and is in a hospital somewhere with amnesia, or if someone harmed her. She hasn't been matched with any case in a national missing person or crime registry, and no one seems to recognize her picture. Det. Sepp runs a credit check every six months, but her credit and social security number remain unused.
Jim and the children have continued to live their lives, but each day they awake with the hope that they'll have news of Pat.
We have two children, Christine, now 18, and Michael, now 15. Time is moving foward, and the children are growing up without their mom. We did everything together as a family and never saw this coming. We do not even know what THIS is.
We have no idea what happened to my wife...We only need one person, the right person, to recognize my Patricia's face and make the call to help us. I need her; our children need her, and we all love her so much."