He now has a name and a face. He has a soul and a spirit that was violated in the worst possible way. I cannot stop thinking about the violation; the violence of the act. His last thoughts, the last opportunity he had to love someone. Someone stole his today; his tomorrow.
Theft is the worst crime to commit. Theft of opportunity, of choice, of life.
Everyone needs to heal from these situations in their own way. Some need to reach out and talk about their feelings. Some just need silence to melt the pain slowly.
I need to write. And I need to love. Something about the act of loving is healing to my spirit during difficult times. I am blessed to be needed. I am warmed that I can provide comfort and tenderness to another.
While I am very happy that, as I had hoped, the things I’m reading online have shifted towards a place of caring and respecting those who were there, and honouring and mourning the man whose life was stolen…the humanity of it all is still fresh. I now know what it feels like to be a part of a small community where these incidences rip a hole in everyone’s hearts…and the community needs to heal as a whole in the same way as each member needs to heal. Trust is broken and not easily mended. We are weary of our neighbour as we seek answers that may never be found.
This happened at a Music Festival. But this could have happened anywhere. One dark person committed one heinous act. One thing that I stand by, and will always stand by, is that blame cannot be placed on anyone related to this festival. Airport-level security is impossible and unreasonable for an event involving camping and vehicles. Anger is a natural part of dealing with grief. Be angry, but don’t hurt others in your search for blame. The police are searching for the person responsible; so all we can focus on is healing.
Bless all of you <3