I hardly ever have time to just sit and read the paper on a morning. But today I have. I really should get going now with stuff I need to do.
I wish I hadn’t read the account of Daejaun Campbell’s death in The Times. Reading it, I was right back at the death of my cousin, age 7, who also bled to death. Though his death was not deliberately caused by another human being, which must make it so much harder to deal with for Daejaun’s loved ones.
As you might guess I’m already really sad and worried about one of my children and bullying they’re suffering from. Maybe that is why it has affected me so personally. After all I have no right to be weeping over a child I didn’t know.
That poor boy (Daejaun). The things he was crying out as he realised he was dying.
God I hope he’s gone somewhere better than this. His poor mother, family.
I realise I’m rambling. I don’t know what I want anyone to say.