What a day. . .
Spent all last evening with a father at the beach as his 19 year old was being recovered from the swell. He never stood a chance. Had to be with dad as he identified his son. Im used to dead bodies now, but when hes 19 years old it kind of hits home in a much more visceral way. I shortly have to go and open the coroners inquest, and later on have the onerous task of again dealing with dad to take a full statement. I like to think Ive been sensitive, and of some confort in this unbelievably trying time for the poor man, but am painfully aware that later on I have to go and pull some very fresh scabs off of those mental wounds. Some days I wouldnt do this job for all the money in the world, and yet have to.
In other news about a girl, things are much better today, weve talked and she wants to keep the lines open, so thats all good. Ive left it in her hands.
Can I have a Wii pweeease?!?!?