Champagne is being served in the tulip garden. Just before the happy couple make an appearance they pause for a moment at the door. He holds the bouquet of roses while she takes an elegant swig from a glass. The dress is smoothed, he gives her the flowers, she takes her courage in her hands and then they descend the steps.
I go about my day in Dublin and when I return to the hotel late that night I find myself stepping into the lift with the same bride. The two of us chat. She is exhausted. I admire her dress. She has slipped off her shoes and has them in her hand.
First thing next morning I think about the young widower Tom Meagher, waking up yet again without his love. He has just given his first TV interview in Ireland since the murder of his wife Jill in Melbourne. There are no words.
Behind Tom’s sad eyes is a determination to make some good come of it, and there’s a growing support team here to help him address and end men’s engrained violence against women. Want to join us?
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