Monday, July 25, 2016
Last year, I photographed Ralph Kelly, whose son Thomas was killed in a one-punch attack in Kings Cross. A photo can only capture so much; I am more haunted by what I observed in his demeanour and the way he moved.
Today, I learned that his other son, Stuart, has died. He was 19.
The cause of death, at this stage, is unknown, but I don’t think I can even fathom the grief that Ralph is going through nor what is going through his mind.
Whatever the cause, I’ve come to learn that our children will do whatever they like and live however they choose in spite of our advice. Their joy becomes our joy, their successes become our successes. But when things turn for the worse, it is left to us to pick up the pieces; to make life-changing choices we wouldn’t normally make for ourselves.
I’ve been doing a lot of the latter these past few days, and in that I might have some understanding of what Ralph is going through. Thankfully, mercifully, my children are both happy and healthy… but still too young to understand the consequences of their actions.