It’s too raw. I can’t write tonight. The news of the death of a young boy at the hand of his father is too hard to take in. The compassion and forgiveness of his mother is both humbling and confusing.
I have my own story. I have my own hurts. They are different to these events. The similarity is that men have perpetrated violence against children they profess to love.
That’s all you get. Goodnight. I’ll try again tomorrow.