I met the girls for the first time a few weeks ago, along with the Dickies. The girls honestly looked to me like they are looking at life without seeing. That might sound strange, but their eyes were strange. I have a hard time describing it, and as I walked away I had to stop myself from bursting into tears. I'm having trouble remembering it now and not breaking down - which make me feel quilty. Why am I so sad? I still have my mother, I should be thankful, but I'm empathetic. Thankfully though, you can see the bond between the three girls is very strong. It was suggested that they do something, and they conferred with each other and as soon as the youngest said she didn't want to do it, the other two said they were staying with her.
The Dickies were just lovely, beautiful people. Very interested to know all about me and my life, probably as a nice distraction for them. They did look like they'd aged a lot too from when I first saw them on the news. It must be terrible having to bury a child.
All IMO, but I'm sure this was pretty clear from how they were shown in the media - just so concerned and bringing food for the SES and staying every day. I didn't offer my condolences, in fact I didn't say a thing about Allison or the situation, and I don't know whether that was the right thing to do or not but I didn't want to remind them. I hope it was the right thing to do.