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    Back to life, back to reality...and it's not nice!
    Monday, 19 May 2008
    He was polite, well educated and clever. Probably in his 60s and looked like he didn't have an easy life. Pleasing company and easy to talk to. I caught myself wondering what his life had been like before Friday night. Was he retired with a part time job in the local shops or did he look after his garden most of the time? He said it was the first time he had to call the police and that he was pleased with our efforts. I noticed that he was making small talk, trying to keep himself busy. Was it to stop himself from crying in front of me? His eyes were red, he had cried already. Suddenly I imagined this man sat in the wee hours of the morning, head in hands and tears rolling freely down his face.

    What struck me was the look in his eyes, the anguish of not knowing what had happened. The look of tiredness as well, after all he had been out for the last couple of days searching. Endless searches, phone calls and more searches. He didn't find anything but he felt like he had to try if only to make himself feel better.
    His grandson had not returned home after a night out, his car was nowhere to be found and his phone was dead. By searching he was trying to convince himself that his grandson was still alive and nothing had happened.

    The sight of this man and the pain he was going through made me feel sick. I swallowed hard a couple of times but my eyes were dry and my face showed little emotion. It was the only way to get through this encounter looking professional.

    I wish I hadn't come back...
    posted by bawpc @ 11:43  
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    About Me: I know how to let my hair down, I know when to be responsible, I drink, I party, I understand committment, I dread relationships, I dream and I cry when my dreams don't come true. I'm young, yet grown up, I'm scared yet brave, I'm pretty yet the little ugly duckling, I can love, I know how to hate, I'm passionate, compassionate, impatient, fiery. I share, I talk, I love (again), I like to be on my own, I like companionship. I'm complicated...because I'm only human.
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