One week ago a family had breakfast, went off to playcentre, walked in the sunshine, went to the supermarket, but on the way home their lives were shattered for ever.
From the moment the accident happened, it has rained and rained and rained here in Christchurch, almost like the whole world is sad. This morning is the funeral, most of the children and teenagers from two school will be there. I'll be in the kitchen preparing food. Isn't saying Goodbye the hardest thing?