13 June 2014
Sitting on the tram this morning flicking idly through my twitter stream, worrying about a day of client interviews and Z’s upcoming birthday party.
I'd forgotten that today was the memorial for little Rebecca Meyer. So stupid to have followed the story for so long and to have not remembered. Started reading through people’s messages of condolence and stumbled on an old photo of Eric holding his little girl. I thought of Z and how often I've cradled her happily tired little body exactly that way, and a fist clutched my chest. Sometimes words are useless.