Lack of respect for the dead added to horror of MH17 crash
This week my extended family will gather for a special meal. We are marking the 50th birthday of my brother, Tony. Tony died suddenly and by suicide in 1996 when he was 31.
Our gathering will be an evening of remembering and sharing stories about him, particularly with his nieces and nephews, most of whom he never met. We are all looking forward to it.
With the healing expanse of 18 years, the initial shock of his death has faded into the corners of our consciousness. But at the time, it was the little acts of kindness, of humanity and empathy that helped us to deal with our heartbreak.