Watching the local news in late 2012, I saw a report about the horrific death of a 2-year-old boy.
‘Oh my god,’ I shuddered when the toddler’s image came up. ‘That’s BJ!’
BJ was the son of Brendan Williams, a friend I hadn’t seen in months.
The tot had been violently killed while staying with his mother and her new partner Brock Powell.
I’d met Brendan when I was 16 and he was 19.
I’d been attracted to his kind nature and it broke my heart to hear that something so awful had happened to his little boy.
I visited BJ’s grave a few
