I'll Never Know

Day 1340.

As I work all hours to prepare this blog, loading the precious faces of the lives lost, my heart is aching for these beautiful young lives whose smiles fill my computer screen and my mind turns to Marlon, the boy who was with Luke on the night that he died.

He’s been through so much, his Mother too.

Every now and again, I look him up- a kind of virtual check in, to see if he’s OK, not least because the secrets of that night are held only by him. I long for the opportunity to meet and talk with him about what really happened, without judgment. I live in hope that one day, he will be ready.

To my horror, my search brings up his obituary. He is dead.

My heart turns towards his Mother. Her boy is gone.

And the answers for which I have yearned for 1340 days, are too.

Now I will never know.