Call Me If You Need Me

Beautiful light this morning!

We went to Robyn's memorial this afternoon. School let out at 2:15pm, an hour earlier than usual, and there was a mass exodus from the car park. The church was packed, with a huge sea of people all wearing purple, Robyn's favourite colour. It was a beautiful service, with hundreds of photos of Robyn on a big screen, showing her right from babyhood. Although it was undoubtedly a sombre affair, and I and many others spent the majority of it with tears flowing, it was strangely uplifting, and was a celebration of her life. It was lovely to hear the funny stories and little things she did, and it was a spot of light relief. Her parents were a tower of strength throughout- I don't know if I could be that strong in the face of such unfairness. What got me most was her Dad, when he said he would never walk her down the aisle, nor interrogate her boyfriends. He ended his tribute with the words, I Love You, Goodnight, Call Me If You Need Me.

What an emotional day.