Hard to believe that 3 weeks have passed. I must have been in a coma (and still am because nothing has changed).
I still can’t believe it, that they took him.
Why the hell did they have to shoot? He was unarmed, he was a musician! An entertainer! Harmless. Sweet. Spreading joy and music and even teaching others the ability to do the same, for a living! Who the hell would want to kill someone like that???
I can’t believe I took a wrong turn and walked into a different universe – one in which Iain is a spirit. He is not gone. I have not “lost” my forever love. But not being able to give him a quick hug or make him a cuppa – that is slowly, surely driving me crazy.
Some days I just get aggressive with everyone. Sometimes (several times a day) that blooming tsunami comes over and throws my boat upside down. My daughter has bought me a “Delta Dawn” hat and black veil to wear on those days when I just don’t want anyone near – of course that 🙂 is not viable in public, but I know I will in the quiet of my home, once we have a place to stay.
Because that is the other thing. We’ve been driven out of our home. We’re hiding out with my parents, and everything has turned into a logistic nightmare. Why? Because both my daughter and I saw the thugs’ faces. They want no witnesses, and of course, in South Africa, criminals don’t get caught and punished, they get human rights instead (the “right” to privacy: Though it is technically possible to track them by their own cellphones and the ones they stole, the police “isn’t allowed to” act on such data). One gets the impression that here, criminals get rewarded. So clearly they are not behind bars. Still roaming the streets terrorizing and murdering more families. And waiting for us to return to that cursed house so they can try again.
What we need, is Shadow and his “Cheetaahs” (and I don’t mean the sports team). Dammit that that is only fiction.