Dear Prime Minister Trudeau: Last week, when you visited a donut shop in St. Catharines, Ontario, a young woman handed your security detail a t shirt emblazoned with the image of a young woman who disappeared six months ago, without a trace, from her home in Salmon Arm, B.C. That woman is my cousin, Ashley Simpson , who has now joined an exclusive club of women who go missing or who are murdered each year in this great country of ours. We don't want Ashley Simpson to be a statistic. Rather, we want to remind everyone that Ashley is a daughter, a sister, a niece, an aunt, a friend. Even though she is only in her mid-thirties now, Ashley has lived a full and important life. She has worked as a cook in logging camps, at resorts, and on ships. She helped her dear old dad as a caterer for many summers in Huntsville. Ashley Simpson continues to touch many lives. She is lovely. And she is lost. You may find it curious that I speak about Ashley in the present tense