I wasn't going to write about the latest in the Daniel Morcombe case.
It makes me teary whenever I read about it or see the photos of his angelic smile, sparkling eyes full of youth and adventure.
All I want to say is that I am so sorry for Daniel.
For his brothers.
His loved ones.
The future that was taken away from them all.
When the call went out to wear red for Daniel today, I did it. The only red clothing items I own are a jacket and a bag.
So I wore those, and was pleased to see loads of others wearing them pretty much wherever I went.
In a few places, people apologised when they noted my outfit. "I only heard about Red For Daniel on the way to work/school" was the common lament.
And that was okay.
Because something tells me we will have plenty of opportunities to wear Red For Daniel.
On the way to school, we chatted about why I was wearing red, and Mr 10 announced - as he often does - 'I'd be right, I'd just kick 'em in the nuts and run away.'
And I had to explain, with obvious limitations, that evil people are mostly able to withstand a kick in the nuts, and may even have help. That when taken by surprise, doing something you do everyday, you may not be able to fight back. That the evil person/s are often stronger/more organised.
"But why didn't anyone notice?" said Mr 10. And again, I answered that it took only minutes for Daniel to go missing. And that a lot of people noticed something, but it wasn't enough to save Daniel.
There's nothing I can do to find Daniel, or make life easier for his family. But I can wear red to raise awareness, I can talk to my kids, and I can support the work of the Daniel Morcombe Foundation.
And ... I'm just sorry.
Here's my photo - and I'm having a bad day/no make-up/chest infection day, so be kind.
A bad hair day is the least of my problems.
Did you wear red for Daniel?
Linking up with Nikki from StylingYou.