The Lyalls Beacons of HOPE for families
of missing persons across USA (PDF
expanded version)
By
Ann Hauprich
INTRODUCTION
I was in the midst of paginating the following chapter about
Center for HOPE
co-founders Doug and Mary Lyall in August 2015 when I received the sorrowful
news that Mr. Lyall had passed away.
The first thing I did through watery eyes was to light a candle and pray that a
“Highway to Heaven” kind of angel might be sent to earth to comfort Mary.
Having interviewed the Lyalls several times since their youngest child, Suzanne,
vanished without a trace in 1998, I knew Mary had lost the Rock of Gilbralter
soul mate who had been the wind beneath her wings for more than 50 years. The
next thing I did was to put pen to paper to try to write a message of
consolation in which I attempted to express my sorrow and my sympathy to Mary
and her grieving family, including son Steven and daughter Sandy.
But just as there are times when tears are not enough, words were not – and
still are not – enough to adequately convey my feelings of admiration and
respect when it comes to The Lyalls.
Apparently legions of others feel the same. For when I visited Mary in her
Ballston Spa, NY home on October 10, 2015, I discovered the message I had sent
was but one of hundreds of sympathy cards and thousands of on-line condolences
she and her loved ones had received since Doug’s untimely August 26th passing.
Among the most poignant was one from NYS Assemblyman Jim Tedisco – who had been
with The Lyalls every step of the way since their then 19-year-old Suzanne’s
suspected abduction from her SUNY/Albany campus. A copy of Mr. Tedisco’s moving
tribute can be found elsewhere in this chapter.
Also added to the original chapter, which I’d begun writing a couple of years
ago, are some precious photos from Lyall family albums. Detailed captions help
to tell the story of life before – and in the aftermath of – Suzanne’s
mysterious disappearance. Perhaps sharing these images will spark a memory that
could lead to the solving of Suzanne’s nearly 20-year-old Cold Case.
The image I’ve chosen to use to close this chapter with was taken by me of Mary
upon our arrival at a
playground in the Town of Milton, NY, which had been
recently been dedicated in honor of Suzanne.
Earlier in the day, I’d gotten goose bumps as EARTH ANGEL played on my radio as
I was nearing the Lyall homestead. When I asked Mary whether that song from the
1960s had ever been meaningful to her and Doug, she acknowledged that it had.
And so I wasn’t at all surprised when a short time later as we were reminiscing
about Doug’s life and legacy on the glorious three-season back deck where he had
spent many of his final hours that Mary shared something else that I believe to
be a heaven-sent message.
Mary was baffled because her caller ID revealed she’d received a call from a
Douglas Lyall at 1:42 p.m. the previous day while out on
Center for HOPE
business. This was something that I agreed absolutely could NOT be. And yet, I
found myself asking Mary: “Do the numbers 142 mean anything special to you? Or
did they ever hold any special meaning for Doug that you know of?”
My heart skipped a beat when Mary responded: “Well … now that you mention it, I
suppose 142 could be interpreted as Doug’s birthday since he was born in January
1942.”
Please keep all of the above in mind when you gaze upon the photograph at the
conclusion of this chapter -- the one in which Mary is standing at the entrance
to Suzanne’s Playground holding a portrait of Doug. (
Click here for PDF of this story to view photo.)
The day Suzanne Lyall
vanished without a trace (PDF
expanded version)
The following story detailing the day Suzanne Lyall disappeared and a companion
piece honoring Center for HOPE co-founders Doug and Mary Lyall were originally
written by Ann Hauprich at the dawn of 2013. Portions of the story about the
transformation of the Lyalls from powerless victims to powerful advocates were
updated following Doug Lyall’s untimely passing in August 2015.
An uplifting phone call from daughter Suzanne was the icing on Mary Lyall’s
birthday cake on the evening of Sunday, March 1, 1998.
“Suzy had been studying hard for her college midterms and was a little on the
broke side, but other than that, she was pretty upbeat,” recalled Mary. When
offered some bridge financing to tide her over until she came home at the start
of Spring Break that Thursday, Suzy graciously declined.
“Suzy told me she had a paycheck coming from her part-time job at Babbage’s at
Crossgates Mall and was sure she could stretch the last of her funds a few more
days. She was looking forward to her father (Doug) and me coming to pick her up
from college in Albany on Thursday and how we’d celebrate my birthday then.”
Suzy’s birthday was also nearing. The youngest of the three Lyall children was
to turn 20 years old on April 6 so if anything her parents expected their home
to be filled with added light and laughter as signs of life renewing itself
sprang forth all around their idyllic Ballston Spa, NY neighborhood.
Fast forward 36 hours from the joyous March 1, 1998 phone call and the scene in
the Lyall home is one of unimaginable angst as Suzy’s parents struggle to
process the news that their daughter never returned to her college dorm room the
night before.
In fact, they were soon to learn, their 19-year-old had seemingly disappeared
into thin air after stepping off of the CDTA bus that had transported her from
her Crossgates Mall job to her SUNY/Albany campus at around 9:45 p.m. on Monday,
March 2, 1998.
That meant 12 hours had passed since Suzy, who by all accounts was
conscientious, responsible and predictable, vanished without a trace.
In March 2013 – 15 long years and endless agonizing days and nights later — the
wound that punctured and shattered the hearts of Suzy’s parents after her father
answered his phone at around 10 a.m. on Tuesday, March 3, 1998 remained open and
the long awaited pay check from Babbage’s was still uncashed.
“Time does not heal in such cases,” explained Doug. “You eventually carry on and
do your best to rebuild your lives, but the suffering never truly ends as long
as a loved one is missing. The loss of our daughter, the not knowing what
happened to Suzy, is with us each and every day.”
The call that Doug said “changed our lives forever” came from Suzy’s boyfriend
who said he had grown concerned after being unable to contact her via phone or
Internet the previous night. “Our reaction was one of shock and disbelief,
leaving us confused and unable to think clearly. We were numb. We knew our
daughter well and we were positive she had not run away.”
Although the terrifying thought that brought Suzy parents their knees was that
Suzy had been abducted, they wanted to first rule out every other possible
explanation. “We were battling the logical and the emotional,” explained Doug.
“On the one hand we thought: maybe she fell. Maybe she had a seizure. Maybe
she’s on the campus grounds injured or sick. Maybe someone will find her
unconscious and call for medical help. Anything but what in hindsight we
instinctively knew in our hearts to be true.”
As excruciating hours stretched into days riding on an emotional roller coaster
from which there was no escape, Suzy’s parents began to accept the unthinkable:
that harm had surely come to the daughter they had spent so much of their lives
nurturing and protecting. “How could this happen?” the couple asked over and
over. “We thought missing young people were those who took undue risks by using
street drugs or hitchhiking – not a wholesome, responsible young lady like our
daughter. How wrong we were! We were not prepared for this catastrophic event.
How could we be?”
Although the Lyalls secured the assistance of the campus police department as
well as local and state police after reporting Suzy missing, the couple insists
valuable time was forever lost between around 10 p.m. March 2 and 10 a.m. March
3, 1998. “A state college campus is a busy place with lots of people coming and
going at all hours. It’s possible someone who was passing through SUNY/Albany
that night witnessed something, but didn’t put two and two together because they
moved on before Suzy’s disappearance was broadcast by the media. It’s also
possible critical evidence was removed from the path between the bus stop and
Suzy’s dorm – or even from her dorm room. We’ll never know.”
That Suzy’s failure to return to her dormitory was not reported until 12 hours
later was bad enough; subsequent campus procedural confusion compounded her
parents’ anxiety and frustration. Even now it’s hard not for them not to feel
regret that every second that passed without action after Suzy failed to return
to her dorm that night 15 years ago was a second when witnesses and evidence may
well be lost.
Upon finally being admitted to their daughter’s room on March 4, the Lyalls saw
that Suzy’s computer was still on and that her blow dryer was still on the bed –
both clear signs to them that Suzy had planned to return there after getting off
the bus following work two nights earlier.
Why families of missing
across nation turn to
The Center for HOPE (PDF
expanded version)
The following tribute to Center for HOPE co-founders Doug and Mary Lyall and the
companion piece about the day Suzy vanished were originally written by Ann
Hauprich at the dawn of 2013. Portions of the story about the transformation of
the Lyalls from powerless victims to powerful advocates were updated following
Doug Lyall’s untimely passing in August 2015.
Suzanne Gloria Lyall was a conscientious 19-year-old college sophomore with long
blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes when she vanished without a trace after
stepping off a CDTA bus near her SUNY/Albany dormitory at around 9:45 p.m. on
March 2, 1998.
During a January 2013 interview, parents Mary and Doug Lyall shared
heartbreaking recollections of the day they learned Suzy was missing (please see
next section of this chapter) and how they have struggled each and every day
since then to cope and rebuild their shattered lives.
Still searching for clues three years ago as the calendar – and their grieving
hearts – were preparing to mark the 15th anniversary of their daughter’s
mysterious disappearance, the Lyalls said they drew comfort and strength from
helping the loved ones of other missing persons.
Indeed it was out of the ashes of their anguish and grief that the couple laid
the foundation for The Center for HOPE (Healing Our Painful Emotions) in
Ballston Spa, NY, which has earned a national reputation as a beacon and a life
raft for those struggling to cope with the unexplained disappearance of a loved
one.
Advocacy, education and prevention are cornerstones of the not-for-profit as
well as of an annual event initiated by the Lyalls that enables friends and
relatives of the more than 4,000 missing persons throughout New York State to
join together to reflect, remember and provide mutual support. NYS Missing
Persons Day takes place each year on or near Suzy’s April 6 birthday at the New
York State Museum in Albany.
“Until our daughter vanished, Mary and I never gave much thought to tragedies
like this,” reflected Mr. Lyall, a retired mental health professional, who was
enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee while reading his morning newspaper the day
the phone in his home rang with news that his daughter had failed to return to
her dorm the night before. The emotional roller coaster ride that followed was
so traumatic that in hindsight the Lyalls marvel that they survived the initial
steep climbs and plunges, hairpin twists and turns and sudden dead end stops.
According to the Lyalls, those whose loved ones have vanished typically
experience intense emotions ranging from shock and disbelief to sorrow and grief
to frustration and anger before finally coming to the gut-wrenching realization
that this is not some nightmare from which they will awaken if pinched. At this
point, the most devastating emotion of all – despair – often enters the
scenario.
“There was no place we could turn for the kind of guidance and support we needed
when we got that life transforming call 15 years ago,” explained Mr. Lyall. That
lack of critical resources at a critical time would ultimately become the spark
that ignited the flame that led to the founding of The Center for HOPE and its
outreach programs. “Suzanne’s disappearance opened our eyes to the plight of
others coping with similar tragedies and has brought us together so that we
might help one another. A day never passes we don’t think about and miss our
daughter,” Mr. Lyall had stated.
“For me and Doug and our older children (Steven and Sandra) there is no closure
and never will be,” reflected Mrs. Lyall. “The best we can ever hope for is a
resolve … a resolution. Even if Suzanne came back tomorrow and was able to
celebrate her 35th birthday with us this April 6, it wouldn’t erase the 15 years
she has been missing. You can never get back lost time with a loved one.”
(EDITOR’S NOTE: As this book was nearing completion in July 2016, Suzanne had
been missing for 18 years. She would be have been 38 on her April 6, 2016
birthday.)
The saving grace of the couple’s ordeal as of the dawn of 2013 was that they’d
come to view the journey that followed Suzanne’s disappearance from a different
perspective. Had this heavy cross not been placed on their shoulders, the Lyalls
– who will celebrated 50 years of marriage in November 2014 — would never have
met many of the “wonderful people” whose paths have passed theirs in settings
ranging from airports to conferences.
In addition to the advice and support they’ve received from such well-known
newsmakers as John Walsh and Ed Smart, the Lyalls often thanked God for the
people who would otherwise be strangers. Instead these individuals gave the
Lyalls hugs or told them their family was on a prayer list. “A small act or
gesture really can make a large difference,” said Mrs. Lyall, an artist who has
had little time to draw or paint since her daughter vanished.
The Lyalls expressed gratitude to the owners of the magnificently renovated
Old
Chocolate Factory for donating the commercial space that has been occupied by
The Center for HOPE since around the turn-of-the-millennium. “We’d been
operating out of our house a few miles away and were deeply moved the day Jerry DeFilippo (a father of two who is one of the historic landmark’s owners) came
forward with the generous offer to give our not-for-profit a home,” said Mr.
Lyall.
In addition to being the catalyst behind the proclamation that led to the
establishment of the first NYS Missing Persons Day in 2001, the groundwork for
many other initiatives have been laid behind the center’s doors.
It was here the Lyalls and the organization’s Board of Directors, with support
from citizens, community leaders and elected representatives, worked together to
help bring about the
NYS Campus Safety Act, the Missing Persons Alert System
through the NYS Thruway, Missing Persons profiles on NYS tax forms, Assault and
Abduction Free School Zones and a piece of federal legislation called
Suzanne’s
Law. More recent accomplishments include having decks of “Cold Case” playing
cards produced that are now available to inmates at the county jails throughout
NYS. “We are hopeful that the cards will jog someone’s memory and lead to the
arrest and conviction of the perp responsible for unsolved abductions and
murders,” said Mr. Lyall.
The Center for HOPE is also committed to expanding the radKIDS program that
educates youngsters and empowers them with the skills needed to help prevent
them from becoming victims of predatory violence. Based on the nationally
accredited radKIDS curriculum, the program includes dynamic live-action
demonstrations of the skills needed to escape danger and abduction.
Through radKIDS training, children and adolescents become empowered and learn to
replace the fear, confusion and panic of dangerous situations with confidence,
personal safety skills and self-assurance.”
Doug and Mary Lyall sat down for an in-depth interview at The Center for HOPE in
March 2013. The series of three videos below were recorded by Legacies Unlimited
during that session.