Two momentous days together. March 15 and March 16. One full of optimism, one full of despair. One full of plans for the future, one full of doubt about the future whether there is a future at all. One full of Thursday, one full of Friday. This has got away from me a bit. It’s been quite a two days.
Yesterday’s post seems very sad now.
I first met Anna Foster on Thursday 15th March, at the survivors meeting she live-twitter-reported from. Also there on Thursday was Steven Fry (not that one), the brother of Sarah Fry, a friend of Anna’s who’d disappeared. And Maria Rusholme, whose daughter Katherine was one of the first disappearances we knew about. Still with me? There were a lot of links in that paragraph, which you can follow in your own time if this isn’t your own time.
Yesterday, she (Anna) left a series of tweets and she hasn’t been seen since.
Her sister and sister’s boyfriend were on their way to see her. They won’t talk to me because they think I’m a nutcase off the internet, but here’s what happened, as far as we know.
What we do know is that she started writing @tag2012 on the mirror as she was disappearing. She saw the TRUTH of what was happening to her. And she sent people here, to that TRUTH. Unfortunately she couldn’t even finish writing it before she vanished.
I wish she’d used the hashtag, but the handle will do.
I will let you know more when I have more. But here’s the main thing:
People like Anna’s sister and Anna’s sister’s boyfriend cannot hide from the truth. THEIR GRIEF IS PART OF A BIG GRIEF. #tag2012 is here for them when they’re ready. #tag2012 is here for you.
We will find out what is happening. We will find it out and stop it.
Get in touch with this website if you find anything out.
