I?m writing this at the worst possible time of day?6pm?as supper bakes in the oven, as my toddler Juliette stacks blocks at my feet and my four-year-old Sophie watches Treehouse in the living room. I usually reserve writing for the wee hours of the morning or the magical window after bedtime, but all day I?d been so bothered by something that I couldn?t put off the words any longer.
Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in standstill traffic, listening to the CBC, when the voice of Jennifer Neville-Lake came over the airwaves. Jennifer, the mother of Daniel, Harry and Milly Neville-Lake, the three gorgeous children who were killed along with their grandfather in a horrific drunk-driving accident in September, had to sit in a courtroom yesterday during the sentencing of Marco Muzzo, the man whose actions resulted in the deaths of her kids and father. Jennifer had to listen as Muzzo was given ten years in jail (though he will probably be paroled much earlier than that) when she?s already living a life sentence of a different kind. Jennifer had to face the press and recount?again?how her family has been stolen from her. That should be enough. But Jennifer and her husband Ed went a step further, and released images of her two younger children, Harry and Milly, holding hands in their final moments at the hospital.
I don?t know what possessed me to look up the pictures when I stopped in the parking lot of Soph?s school, because I?m usually the viewer who needs the ?viewer discretio...