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.
