The charity shop (can’t remember which one) collected LB’s belongings (the outer layer) this morning. A close encounters type mound of black bin bags and boxes of stuff heaped up in the front garden.
It was more painful than I thought it would be, given this ‘stuff’ had all been in bags for pretty much 15 months now. Pulling his well worn camouflage jacket out of one gaping bin bag, I went back inside and let Rich deal with the social niceties with Shane and his white van.
“Thanks for the donation! Much appreciated!” I heard the cheery call and slam of the van door a short while later.
My brain kind of bounced round in some kind of indescribable space while the bits left of my heart took a further pounding. Dust swirls. The pain almost too familiar now.
Within moments of Rich shutting the front door, the post arrived. A letter from Knoxville, Tennessee.
A copy of the approved resolution around what happened to LB submitted by Mark Sherry. And a letter that says it all really.
“As societies we are diminished if a tragedy like this does not spur us to do better.”
Yep. Couldn’t agree more.
So sorry, this just broke my heart.
I want to click like but my heart is breaking reading this.
ITS SO FINAL,THE MORE YOU LET GO THE MORE IT HURTS,MORE PAIN AND DISBELIEF THAT THIS REALLY HAPPENED ……HERE A CITY OF LEARNING! WE DON’T WANT TO LEARN FROM THESE MISTAKES WE WANT TO INSURE THEY DON’T HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE! THIS POST IS SO SAD AND MY HEART GOES OUT TO SARA AND HER FAMILY.
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