The extinguishing of anyone’s life prematurely is gutting but when someone is snatched from their suburb, off a busy street, then the world seems like a cruel place.
With the death of Jill Meagher, there has been conjecture that there are other cases of missing persons who didn’t receive the same attention. Was it because she was an employee of the ABC or because she was the owner of such a dazzling smile?
It was because she was taken from a busy street and never seen alive again.
Because she was in her own neighbourhood and making a walk she had probably made one hundred times before.
Because she has a right to be safe and she wasn’t.
Being a woman in a man’s world is still tough, regardless of what the Virginia Slim’s ads of the 1970’s told us. We haven’t come a long way and fear is an everyday part of a woman’s life when they live or walk alone.
I don’t know what good will come of Jill Meagher’s death. I don’t know that the wretched grief her family and friends feel, can be channelled into something good.
People say things happen for a reason.
I can’t fathom the news today. I am sorry for the people left to try to cope with this mess. I am sorry for those who knew Jill who have said they will miss her laughter and self-deprecating humour everyday.
I am just so sorry to Tom and both families and all their friends.
And I know all of Melbourne feels the same way.