We had a call today. We’ve been asked to do something. Salvation Army ministers were involved within hours of Thursday’s incident. Making sandwiches, giving out tea, water. Listening. Crying. It seems that tomorrow is our turn. I listened to the answer machine again. Could we do a stint at the sports centre in Victoria that has been set up for the families of those looking for the missing?
We’re to be there as a support to families whose loved ones haven’t returned. A support to those that have just been shown – unhappy polaroids . A support to those whose deepest grief has been confirmed. A support to those whose questions have been left bewilderingly unanswered. A support to those guiltily relieved. A support to those who have lost all faith in a world that could conjure up such pain in the name of justice. A support to each other.
So tomorrow – we do a stint. Actually the team needs a woman, so tomorrow Kate does a stint. I’ll stay at home waiting to be a support for Kate on her return. Some people seem to lap this kind of thing up – not us. We’re hoping that she’ll not be needed, that the families will have already have been through, already adequately supported.