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| Thursday, 22 May 2008 |
 - "Can I have a copy of that CCTV you downloaded for the police?" he said with a calm, warm voice but I could tell he was holding back the tears.
- "I'll have to check but I can't see it being a problem, sir" I reply.
- "I understand if I can't have it just yet but I'd like to eventually be able to." The warmth in his voice is disrupted by what I imagine is the first tear rolling down his face.
- "Sure, I'll get back to you once it's been cleared" I say.
- "It's just that, erm, it shows his last minutes as he walks to his car..." and he stops to clear his throat but decides to say nothing else. After the conversation ended I sit there for a minute and can feel my stomach turning upside down, inside out...I might just be sick in a minute.
I had forgotten about this until my colleague brought it up earlier in the afternoon.
"Remember the lad that went missing?" he says
"Yeah, what about him?" I reply, a pitch too high.
"They found him..."
I knew they would! A little part of me is feeling very happy and I briefly imagine the relief in the granddad's face, however I can't help but think that this irresponsible kid thought it would be funny to go to a friends place for the weekend without a care in the world. I knew he would be somewhere, probably taking drugs, drinking or doing something vaguely thoughtless like that. Of course he would, he was 22, earned his own money, lived a happy life, why else would he disappear just like that?
"B, they found him dead in his car. He drove off the road and hit a tree in a ditch on his way home from the station" my colleague says. Suddenly I snap out of my little dream. I hoped this kid would think it funny to go to a friends place for the weekend without a care in the world. I hoped he would be somewhere, maybe taking drugs, drinking or doing something vaguely thoughtless like that. I really hoped he would, he was 22, earned his own money, lived a happy life...that explain why he disappeared just like that.
It took the police a few days of searching, the last two using the helicopter, to find his car crashed off the road. Was it purely an accident or was there another vehicle involved? Was he a drink driver, talking on his mobile phone or wearing his seatbelt? Did he have insurance, MOT and was his car road worthy? Can we blame it on the weather? The weatherman maybe for not getting it right? A fox or wild animal, a ghost, tiredness, distraction, old tyres, wrong shoes, bad road surface, loud music, poor lighting, his own will...there's a number of things that could have sent him off that road, individually or combined together any of them could have killed him but there's something inside of me that won't let me believe it.
I hoped he was at a friend's house, maybe taking drugs, drinking or doing something vaguely thoughtless like that, without a care in the world. I just really, really hoped... |
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I know the story but not the family, sad, very very sad... must be incredibly difficult for his grandad and family.. I hadn't made the connection until I read the last bit of your post.. I too was hoping for a good outcome.
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Yes, I think we were all hoping for a good outcome on this story.
How sad is that?
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I know the story but not the family, sad, very very sad... must be incredibly difficult for his grandad and family.. I hadn't made the connection until I read the last bit of your post.. I too was hoping for a good outcome.