Message from Senator Pierre-Hugues Boisvenu

To the Bergeron family,

Five years later and still no answer… There is no worse pain for a mother, father, or sister than to remain without any news of their loved ones who disappeared.  On this day, we all think about Marilyn. I’m wholeheartedly with you and I pray that she will be found alive.

To all of the families who live with the disappearance of a relative, keep your hope alive and do not ever give up.

One day you will have an answer.



by Andrée Béchard, mother of Marilyn
Do not tell me the time arranges things,
Do not tell me to cross steps one by one,
Do not talk to me about mourning,
But tell me of hope.
Give me the strength,
Tell me not to despair.
It’s her silence.
Silence in her voice, her joys, her music.
These are life moments without her,
Moments that should be shared.
It’s the usual gaze on the same objects, her objects,
Interspersed with daily actions,
Where words and questions are lost.
Do not tell me to move on,
In this new situation, I still find her.
Do not talk to me as if she no longer exists.
She is just elsewhere, perhaps even different.
Do not tell me about memories and forgetting them at the same time,
But tell me of will,
Tell me of energy fighting fear,
Give me wisdom;
Which allows me to believe and carry on.
It is to speak of her in the present tense,
Without counting the hours and days that separate me from her,
The darkness of the night comes back and helps clear away the heaviness of her absence.
Still, I look forward to the new morning!
Who knows … at sunset …
I may finally have the long awaited news!
To our beloved daughter, Marilyn
Since February 17, 2008, we never stop thinking about you. We are looking for you everywhere. Being without news of you has profoundly changed our lives. You know how much we love you. We would love to see you and hug you.
Wherever you are, whatever your lifestyle, we will respect you. We will always be there to support, encourage, and help you if that’s what you want. We kindly ask Mary… Please contact us, your family, so that we can be relieved in hearing your voice.
You cannot imagine how happy it would make us!
We are so worried and sad!
Give us some news Mary! We need you!
Mom and dad who love you xxx

The Second Time

She has crossed my path twice since Marilyn’s disappearance… But she does not know it. The first time, a young man called. He had lived with her for months. He thought he saw Marilyn – he noticed a tattoo, a tiny waist, and beautiful eyes. The second time, a woman called. She thought she saw Marilyn in a hospital – she noticed a young woman who spoke loudly, seemed intoxicated, and struggled. She was unceremoniously stripped and was denied the syrup for drug addicts.
The next day, the staff reached into the lost and found box to dress her. With a hospital blanket on her back, she walked out of the building and into a snowstorm. She was probably soon forgotten, just like her scarf and gloves. She is a lost object. She looks like Marilyn. I know her name now. I looked in the list of missing persons, but I cannot find her.
Apparently, she is not missed by anyone.
She is roughly the same age as my sister. Where does she live? She is a prostitute in a small town in the Province of Québec. I know that her situation is deteriorating. Two years ago, she had at least a roof. I found her twice by searching for Marilyn. She is not Marilyn. She just looks alike. She is the one who works the streets, banging her heels on the cement hard as her life.
Twice already. I’m afraid of ”in comes in threes”. And what if we receive a phone call to identify a dead body that is not Marilyn’s? What a shock! Why is it that nobody is looking for this other woman? Is it not possible to help her rather than stupidly looking at her walking away in the storm? I don’t know what happened to Marilyn. I like to imagine her hidden in a convent like in the movie “Sister Act”, or on a beach in Mexico, wind in her hair, smiling. I see her as a heroine who escapes from all the bad situations of any kind. In dark moments, I tell myself that my sister is strong, that humans are resilient, that there are always survivors of genocide, tsunamis, bombs, and hardships that seem insurmountable. Marilyn knows that she can count on me and that I will always love her. I still hope to see her again every day. When I think of this other young woman, doubt fills my heart.
What if someone is looking at Marilyn walking in the storm? It is so easy to close your eyes, wait for the silhouette to fade away, and say “Anyway, I’ll never see that person again.” As a sister of a missing person, these words resonate in my heart, even when it’s about a stranger. The thought of never seeing my loved one again, to imagine her in pain or in the cold makes my blood curdle. This is why the idea of ​​a good Samaritan, the hot sun of Mexico, the amnesiac who wakes up all allow the hint of a smile when my eyes meet those of Marilyn’s, frozen in the photos.
Twice already, I found a girl that looks like her. Not sure what to do, I called a charity organization to see if they could walk in the footsteps of this other woman. I came across a good person but there are no resources in small towns to help prostitutes. The Stella organization only exists in Montréal City.
I asked: “Do you have a program that would allow her to get off the street?”
They said: “Yes, there is a shelter that receives homeless women. The initial approach must come from the person. One can only ask if she needs help. “I insisted: “You can give her a brochure, right?” They replied: “Yes, no problem. The team will keep an eye out for her. “I never named her. I gave a street intersection.
I hung up and told myself that finally someone was going to look for her.Then, I called the shelter.I was told they “may receive a homeless woman at no cost but only for a few weeks.”I added: “I think this young woman is a drug addict. Can you help?”With some restraint, they said, “Yes, but our means are limited. We are working with a detox center.”A new resource. I asked: “Do you have the phone number for the detox center?”

I was told rather curtly: “It is in the yellow pages.”

It’s true, after all I could also search for the phone number…

I found the detox center on the internet. I spoke to a very nice person who explained: “We accept most cases, except those that are too heavy.”

I said: “Can you please elaborate? ”

The list was relatively simple: “People who inject intravenous drugs, those who have already stayed with us and showed behavioral problems such as violence. Things like this… ”

I asked, “What is the available resource for the serious cases?”

“The hospital.”

Ah yes, the one who sends people away in the storms.

She added quickly: “You can not force anyone into treatment.”

Once I took a course with a charity organization that helps young homeless people. Their code of conduct was similar:

“We’re not here to SAVE them. We are here to meet their needs.” The person proudly claimed that she let a young woman give birth on a beach, but gave her blankets.

Really? Is this truly enough to sound happy?

I know we cannot save the whole world, but perhaps we should review our approaches?

To what extent would a homeless person, often intoxicated, make an informed decision on her own fate when she is begging, forced into prostitution, fighting, or fasting, just to survive?

And how can we trust those who enforce internment or make mandatory observation decisions when they let anyone walk in the storm?

I am starting to think that those who say “it’s not my decision” ultimately are causing this unhealthy loop where nobody can get out of anything because no one feels responsible.

I don’t know if this young woman who looks like Marilyn will decide to seek help. Whether she will accept the coffee from the charity organization. If she will consider taking a good look at the brochure or not.

I have offered financial support for her to say “I don’t want it” rather than “I can’t have it”. Will she be offered anything at all?

It’s not me who decides. Meanwhile, this young woman is walking in the storm.

For a Missing Person Unit in the Province of Québec

I invite you to read this recently published article. My family continues to request a Missing Person Unit in the Province of Québec.

This type of Special Unit exists in other Canadian provinces such as Ontario and British-Columbia. It helps solve more cases of missing children and adults and certainly helps with coordinating searches over a wide area. I sincerely believe that a provincial expertise would provide better outcomes in the search for missing loved ones, especially in the precious first days of the investigation of a disappearance. Nowadays, you cannot limit the search for a missing person to a single village or a single city. And you certainly cannot afford to build fences around jurisdictions when every minute counts.

I also want to mention again that there are currently more than 600 unidentified bodies in Canada, spread in various mortuaries in the country. These 600 people may be missing loved ones who have been sought by their families for months. Or even years. Even if my family continues to believe that we will find Marilyn alive, I would like to know if she died. So I find it particularly appalling that there is still no national database for missing persons and unidentified bodies. Should families of missing persons build one? Is it up to us to create a Missing Person Unit as it exists in other provinces and countries?

If we had a special unit for disappearances in Québec, perhaps we would know a little more history behind the faces of these children, these young adults, elderly adults, or those who have vanished without a trace. Perhaps we might well find them?

Quelques personnes disparues du Québec.

Some unresolved cases of missing people in the Province of Québec…

Brenda Duperron, 17 years old, missing since March 9th, 2012. (Montréal City)

Maisy Odjick, now 22 years old, missing since September 6th, 2008. (Kitigan Zibi Community)

Diego Königsthal, 1 year old when he went missing on December 5th, 2007. (Montréal City)

Odette Lemieux, 60 years old, missing since the beginning of January 2012. (Québec City)

Laura Jame May, 17 years old, missing since October 19th, 2001. (Montréal City)

Antonio El-Asmar, 5 years old when he went missing on January 11th, 2001. (Montréal City)

Diogo Santos, 31 years old, missing since October 20th, 2011. (Montréal City)

Alexandra Ducharme Bibeau, 14 years old, missing since March 1st, 2012. (Sherbrooke City)

Gilles Perron, 66 years old, missing since January 13th 2012. (St-Jean-Sur-Richelieu City)

Geneviève Malo, 40 years old, missing since December 15th, 2011. (Saint-Calixte City)

Pierrette Lamy, 72 years old, missing since January 5th, 2012. (Laval City)

Howard Graveline, 75 years old, missing since December 30th, 2011. (Gatineau City)

My sister Marilyn Bergeron, 24 years old when she went missing on February 17th, 2008. (Québec City)

Mbaye Thiaw NDIR, 16  years old, missing since January 20th, 2012. (Québec City)

Michael Montpetit, 17 years old, missing since November 23rd, 2011. (Sherbrooke City)

Maxime Richard, 16 years old, missing since February 28th, 2012. (Longueuil City)

Maxime Pelletier, 21 years old, missing since January 29th, 2012. (City of Québec)

David Fortin, 14 years when he went missing on February 10th, 2009. (Alma City)

Sarah Adnan Hashim Siraj, 16 years old, missing since February 20th, 2012. (Montréal City)

Cédrika Provencher, 9 years old when she went missing on July 31st, 2007. (Trois-Rivières City)

Please visit the website (in French) for a more complete list of unresolved cases of disappearances in the Province of Québec. (There are over two hundred active investigations.)


Message for Maxime Richard’s family

Maxime is unfortunately deceased. All my sincere sympathies to his family that I appreciate immensely. Maxime will remain in your hearts forever. I will not forget him and I think of you.

It’s with sadness that I learned about the recent disappearance of Maxime Richard of Longueuil, 16 years old, runaway since February 28th, 2012.
I recognized the pain and fatigue of his relatives in these dramatic days. I saw the same “missing tracks” sheets on the kitchen table, the friends distributing critical details in the subway, and the journalists launching the appeal to the general public for any information. I also recognized the tenacity of a mother who wants to find her child, the collaboration of strangers or friends publishing a video (Bravo Maxime Messier for the initiative!), and the outstanding support of a generous population united in  trying to find a missing loved one.
Here is the information. Have you seen Maxime Richard?
Date of disappearance: February 28th, 2012
Missing From: College DuRocher, Saint-Lambert, Province of Québec.
Age: 16 years old
Size: 1, 85 m. – 6’1 ”
Weight: 64 kg – 141 pounds
Eyes: Pers (some websites also mention blue or green eyes)
Hair: Blond or perhaps dyed black
Maxime Richard speaks French. When he was seen for the last time, he was wearing a black shirt with an AC/DC logo, dark gray jeans, and a black coat. He might be in Austin City or perhaps in Sherbrooke City.
1. Potential Directions followed by Maxime to get from College DuRocher (Saint-Lambert) to Austin.
2. Map of College DuRocher (Saint-Lambert)
He left College Durocher Saint-Lambert in the afternoon of February 28th, 2012. He is considered a Missing At-Risk Youth. According to the investigators, the young man presents a high suicide risk.
If you have any information, please contact: 9-1-1 and/or 450-463-7211 (Longueuil City Police Department)
If family or friends of Maxime Richard read these lines, please know that I might be able to provide some information about looking for a missing person that I wished I knew during the first days of the disappearance of my sister Marilyn. For instance, there are some elements that can be verified that are critical, which may not necessarily be available later (cameras).
Please e-mail me:
I am thinking of you. Above all, continue to believe that you will find Maxime.
And if by chance you read these words Maxime, please tell yourself that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel and that people are willing to help you, no matter the situation. You are obviously loved Maxime … Without judgement, without restraint. I hope that you will find a way to seek help. And remember… Après la pluie, le beau temps.
Sister of Marilyn, missing since February 17th, 2008.
I continue to love and think of Marilyn every day.

Why Do People Disappear? A Look at Human Trafficking

I want to thank you all for supporting our family during this difficult week that marks the fourth year of Marilyn’s disappearance. We have even received some new clues, which always encourages us to continue!
Several people asked if I knew why Marilyn has been missing for all this time. Unfortunately, I don’t. I am still considering all of the hypotheses.

Usually, a person disappears due to one or more of the following scenarios:
To escape a difficult home environment (physical, sexual, emotional); to escape from difficult living or working conditions; to start a new life under a new identity; kidnapping; parental abduction; to join the witness protection program; suicide; murder; mental illness or progressive dementia (schizophrenia, Alzheimer’s, etc…);, natural death; accident or criminal act; slavery (sexual, work, or other); to escape law enforcement; to join a cult or other religious organization, and so on.

Source: Wikipedia: Missing Person

There are hundreds of active missing people cases in the province of Québec. Although the exact cause of the disappearances are often unknown, the consequences can be very serious for the missing person, family, and friends.

Note: The content of this article and the links below are particularly difficult, and its reading is not recommended for minors and sensitive souls.

Josée asked me if we had sought out those who kidnap young women for prostitution. I thought about this scenario more than once. I even spent whole nights in bad neighborhoods around the country in search of Marilyn. In these searches, I have not seen the tip of the iceberg of the trouble, nor I have seen my sister. I will never forget the pale face of a young woman from East Vancouver who wished that someone was looking for her.

Over the years, I was told many horror stories related to human trafficking. Unfortunately, this scenario needs to be considered with the others in Marilyn’s disappearance. I will not deny that it scares me.

Here’s what happened to three young women in Québec; three stories of missing people among others. The names are fictitious to protect the identity of the victims.

Isabelle went for a job interview following an advertisement in the local newspaper. She had just finished school and was looking for a job in her field of expertise. She had been given an appointment in the afternoon. She had barely arrived when she heard the news… She had the job! Only,…another job. She was an escort and she was starting immediately. It would take her more than 18 months to escape. After the first attempt, she was thrown down the stairs, she was beaten, and raped repeatedly. Her “transport” lead her into new “exotic dancer bars” every two weeks. She worked days and nights in large cities and rural regions of the Québec province. She finally escaped after a third attempt. Despite the physical and moral wounds, she still refuses to file a complaint, huddled in fear. Her family also receives threats, ignored by local authorities. Still, life slowly resumes its course.

Lisa, a beautiful teenage runaway, was tied up in an apartment near a highway for more than a year, a victim of street gangs. Three girls were working as prostitutes days and nights under threats from their pimps, each receiving an average of twenty clients per day. Lisa was not even sixteen years old.

Jane, eighteen years old, was locked in a basement of a posh Montreal neighborhood for nearly two years. One customer finally took pity on her while he heard her whisper “mom” through her sobs. He called the police anonymously.

So many horror stories. Almost no action or prevention.

To all of those who are thinking of running away or taking off on a whim, I implore you to look for resources at school or in your circle of friends or family. Those who are waiting at the bus station to offer you a coffee or a warm place to sleep “for a few days” will not help you. They are your age, but they are lying about who they are and what they are expecting of you.

To all of those who prey on vulnerable people, please notice the sores on the legs, the puffy eyes, and the haggard look of the person that you are abusing. You have the courage to commit your illegal act, maybe you’ll find the courage to show a little heart and help the person anonymously.

For more information on human trafficking in Canada:

Human Trafficking in Canada: Report of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police

Human Sex Trafficking: Canada’s Hidden Crime

Sex Trafficking: a National Disgrace

In French:

The Absent Aunt

Between each Valentine’s Day and February 17th, I go through the last bits of our conversations in my head.What did I miss? Are there any words that could have made a difference? Was it me who did not listen or you who did not say?
Were we both under the false impression that we would continue this conversation soon? Were you forced to keep quiet?
Will I know one day the cause of this silence? Or should I grow older still hoping to hear your voice?I learned to cherish your words like treasures. Despite the time that passes, I force them to cling to my memory so that they can resonate in my mind like if you had spoken to me yesterday. Time does not help. It takes me away from your laughter, your intonation, your sentences, and your songs. I am desperately looking for a piece of you through the photos and the memories. I wonder why I don’t have more.The time has taken close relatives who left without being able to say goodbye to you.
The time that passes makes me say bad words that I do not mince toward those who just seem to find excuses.
The time passes, relentlessly, but there is still hope that you can be found.
I continue to say ”Après la pluie, le beau temps.”

The time that passes also made you an aunt.
You loved music so much, we are sharing your passion with her.
In due time, she will know your story.
Will you be with us to tell her?

I wait and I search for you Marilyn, beloved aunt.

With love,
Nathalie, Laurent & Laetitia xxx