Closure?
Today the man who killed my friend has been found guilty of her murder. I didn't think I would care about the verdict, but I do. He was a serving police officer, someone who we trust and turn to in times of fear and danger. He didn't protect his wife, he killed her. She was tiny, slim and pretty. Funny and loyal. Since this awful crime, her dad has died, without seeing justice for his girl. I find this very difficult to deal with. Not having, or wanting, a religion there is no comfort of an afterlife. Feeling of inadequacy haunt me, so many if only's, but nothing will change the fact that he killed her and she is dead. Jill Davies my first best friend x