Friday, June 15, 2018


I have been feeling very unsettled lately, like an itch beneath the skin you can’t scratch.  I have the familiar anxiety where I struggle for a deep breath.  It has been niggling at me.  I have a urge to scream, which thankfully I have under control.  It’s a frustration somewhere deep in my psyche.  Then I finally I put my finger on it.
It is just a few days away from Damien’s 38th birthday.  When he went missing he had not long turned 16, very much still a child despite being a strapping 6’ 3” tall.
So here we are again, visiting another milestone without him. 
Somebody knows.  I just wish they had the guts or decency to tell us what went wrong.