Again. His latest charges are for sexual interference, sexual assault, making child sexual abuse and exploitation material, possessing child sexual abuse material, and accessing child sexual abuse material. This should have stopped 15 years ago when Rehtaeh walked into a police station and reported him, but they didn’t believe her. They didn’t even talk
Four thousand five hundred and eighty-seven days since Rehtaeh's death and she came back to me, again. The visits have become as rare as they are cherished, those moments when the world is okay and she didn't die and everything is normal, whatever that is. My phone buzzed last night. I was sitting out
The snow is here again. This morning I took my usual walk around the neighbourhood and the flakes started to fall. The beginning of another winter has arrived and a new season has begun. I find winter the hardest season; especially the abruptness of the first snowfall. I don't know why and I do
Another year without you. Another year without your voice or smile while I wonder what could have been. I miss you. I love you Rae. Happy birthday Peanut ❤️
Anniversaries are hard, especially the ones that mark the loss of a loved one. Today it's been 11 years without Rehtaeh. I received a gift last night, something that happens less and less with every passing year. I switched on my phones ringer and very briefly thought, just in case she calls. Those kinds
“You’re afraid of surrender because you don’t want to lose control. But you never had control; all you had was anxiety.”
Elizabeth Gilbert
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