This is the award that Clea prepared for herself. I think what she has written explains perfectly the type of child Clea was. She was proud of her writing in investigations and proud of how she looked after other people when they were hurt. She was a very caring and loving child. I miss her desperately.
Today is one of those days which have some meaning but is no harder than any other day of this life. Today is 25 September and it is a Tuesday.
We flew to Samoa on 25 September 2009; we had that day twice, as we crossed the International Date Line (which has since been moved so you no longer cross it on your way to Samoa). It was the first day of our holiday and the first of those vivid last days of Clea’s life.
It is also Tuesday, 156 weeks since Clea died which adds up to three years – although the date of her death is 29 September 2009. Clea died on a Tuesday; therefore it is always a Tuesday for me. There is always the wonderful Monday we spent playing on the beach and swimming amongst the fish of Lalomanu Beach. There is always the beautiful Tuesday morning when we woke from within our fale on the sand. And there is always the Tuesday of the tsunami.
Today is Tuesday.
Wow, what a wonderful award. Clea was clearly a bright light and a sweetheart. I wish she was still with you.
Oh my gosh… Clea is such a precious soul. I am so sorry for your tragic, heartbreaking loss. 😦