Marie Wade, 19: Last Seen in Los Angeles In 1983
In the summer of 1983, I celebrated my first birthday in Detroit. I have no recollection of the joyous event, but I’m sure I was surrounded by loved ones enjoying the muggy, hot Michigan summer in my grandparents’ large backyard. Yet, on the other side of the country, another family was growing concerned over Marie Wade.
That year, on July 11, was the last time Marie was seen. The 19-year-old Los Angeles, California resident went missing without a trace, and since that time, her story has either fallen through the cracks or, like many, has been collecting dust on cold case shelves.
The only information that has been made public is the date of her disappearance and one grainy photo to help identify her. Other than that, nothing else is known about Marie’s last moments or encounters that day. There also has been no information shared about Marie Wade, her personal life, her employment, her romantic relationships, or her friendship circle.
In fact, I could not locate any news reports about Marie, and if they do exist, they are most likely buried in archives yet to be seen.
Marie Wade: What To Know
At the time of her disappearance, Marie Wade stood 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed 125 pounds. She had brown hair and brown eyes. It’s believed she was last seen wearing purple shorts and black sandals. Her middle name is “Simonia.” Marie’s dental records are available. She would be 55 years old at the time of this publication.
Anyone with information about this case is urged to contact the Los Angeles Police Department at (213) 896-1800 or missingpersons@lapd.lacity.org, Los Angeles Police Department- Adult Missing Persons Unit at (877) 275-5273 or their local authorities. The agency case number is 8313-03093.
Please share this story about Marie Wade to help reignite the investigation into her case. She is our sister, and her life matters.
Sources
NamUs
The Doe Network
Department of Justice
You’d think with as many resources that are available nowadays at least something could be done. If it were my child I would never stop looking. The pain of not knowing would be unbareable. My heart goes out to the family and friends of these people.