Like I mentioned in my last post, we came back to Halifax for a couple days to be part of a mini-series documentary about cyber-abuse and sexual violence. Rehtaeh’s story was hard to go over again in so much detail, but every time I tell it there’s something about her I had forgotten.
He childhood memories, seeing her in the hospital, saying goodbye for the last time. It hasn’t gotten easier with time.
It’s nice to be able to see some of the places we loved to go too. Cabin Coffee on Hollis Street, The Old Triangle Pub, the waterfront Rae used to love walking along.
I lived here from 1981 until three years ago. In some ways it feels like home and in others it feels foreign to me. This is a wonderful city and I hate how everything good I remember about it has darkened..