23/10/2025
It’s hard to believe it’s been more than a year since Robert Schroder went missing. August came and went, and now we’re nearly at the end of October. I keep finding myself going over everything that’s happened, every step we took, every lead, every theory.
After going back to the festival, I really thought this has to be where he is. Somewhere on that beautiful farm. Maybe he went for a walk on Sunday afternoon, got lost or hit his head, and somehow we just haven’t found him.
But then doubt creeps in again. Maybe he did leave the farm. Maybe something happened to him. Maybe someone hurt him. Maybe he’s out there somewhere, waiting for us to find him.
And in the meantime, life goes on. People ask, “Any news about your brother?” and you almost answer in a light hearted way “No, nothing yet, unbelievable.” Because what else can you say? It really is a mystery. How does something like this even happen? And how does it just… not end?
Sometimes I think maybe he’s still there, on that farm. And maybe one day, not in my lifetime but maybe in my kids’ or grandkids’, someone will call. Maybe with a South African accent and say they’ve finally found Robert's remains.
I think a lot about my mom and how she would’ve handled all this. And that’s what you’re left with, really - memories, questions, and a small, quiet hope that someday we’ll know what happened to Robert ❤️❤️ Selwyn Schroder Caryn Tamari Paul Schroder .