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.