It has been a perfect summer weekend in Portland. Delicious sunshine, beach walks, coffee dates, cuddles with Lily and lots of sewing. As I write there is a koala sitting in the gum tree outside my sewing room, lazily chewing between naps.
However, for some families this weekend has been the worse ever for them.
Many families, this weekend are reeling with the tragic loss of loved ones. The news rocked the state and the nation when ordinary citizens wandering the Bourke Street Mall, shoppers, workers and tourists were mowed down by a car on Friday afternoon.
I won’t recap the details here; there are enough stories already in the press and social media. The details are so horrifying that I have had to turn off the news and stopped reading updates for fear of emotional overload. It’s not that I don’t care, I care so much that it hurts. I am not alone. This tragedy touched us all and we know that it could have been any of us killed that day.
My heart goes out to the family and friends of the victims. Also to those who were injured or almost hit themselves, those who witnessed the carnage, provided first aid assistance, the emergency responders, the hospital staff receiving the wounded, the counsellors, supporters.
My heart also goes out to the family of the man who committed this violent crime. I can’t begin to imaging how his mother must feel. To have a child in this state, in so much pain, killing others would break my heart.
We have held Lily close this weekend. Not for one day, one hour or one moment do we take her for granted. Each snap chat of baby Mason, 2 weeks old today, reassures me the family is safe. I am counting the sleeps to visit him again. Just 4 to go.