It feels weird and almost wrong to write about this in a blog, but an old family friend of mine was murdered sunday afternoon. The press haven’t written much, Nona, as she was known to my brother and I, had a schizophrenic son, who caused her death. She lived to be 94 years old. It saddens me to know even though she lived so long, she could still have been alive today. I recently moved to waltham rd, which is just 2 blocks from her house. On saturday night as we went past, I mentioned how I would like to go see her since I was back in christchurch and in the neighbourhood.
I think my Dad is having the most trouble coming to terms with her death, but right now, walking outside my door reminds me of the generousity she had given me all my life. To Hannoraugh Johansen I’ll miss you forever.