Something you hope you never have to do.
Would it be a total wimpout if I admitted that I don’t know the answer to this question? I’ve thought about it a lot, and I still don’t know what to type. There are a lot of things I never want to do again, but that’s not the question.
So I will tell you about something which happened at the weekend.
Last Friday, two women were discovered in a house, dead. At first, there was very little information, just a few pages online about a suspected murder. Usually, these sorts of news stories don’t interest me because I find them too personal, too much like peeking into somebody’s life – or death – and then throwing away the paper. It just seems wrong, somehow.
However, this incident interested me because it happened three minutes away from my house.
I live in a middle-sized seaside town. It’s not quite as pretty as it sounds; the beach is covered in grass and the tide rarely come in. Tacky shops selling candyfloss, ice cream and sun hats line the road to the pier. Our Christmas tree near the town hall is wonky. Still for all its faults, it’s a quiet place to live. We get plenty of crime, but rarely something which reaches national newspapers. Certainly not a murder.
A mother and her daughter were asphyxiated in their home. I have walked past their house hundreds of times, and been served in the local supermarket by the daughter.
I hope I never have to find somebody I love in that situation.
Day 01 Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 Something you hope to do in your life.