I had big plans for my blog today. There's so many good things going on - sunny days, festivals, markets, spring, new chickens, restored furniture - but I can't write about any of it yet. My head is in another space.
This morning I was woken by my Mum calling to tell me that one of my Dad's good friends had been killed last night. Murdered actually. 'Stabbed multiple times' the news is telling me. I can't get my head around it. This stuff doesn't happen to someone you know, it just doesn't.
I really feel for his family left behind, for his poor wife who found him and tried to resuscitate him, for his daughter who just had her 18th on the weekend, for his son who is still so young but worked along side his Dad everyday.
I can't bring myself to write about all the good stuff in my life today, not when this family have lost such a huge part of theirs. It all seems wrong.