Exactly a year ago, not everything ended well for Reeva Steenkamp, girlfriend of famous Paralympic Oscar Pistorius, the Posh and Becks of South Africa.
She was found dead in the arms of her love. Oscar looked shattered. Their place was a mess, his clothes blood-soaked, the bathroom door broken, her body riddled with bullets, cricket bats and guns lying around. The world was divided. Still is. Some say it was premeditated. Some say it was accidental.
I say it was sad. Sad for Reeva, Oscar, their families, friends. Sad for the ones who had to closely witness something so heart-wrenching on a day of love. Sad for the innumerable people who lost their inspiration in Oscar that day. Which man in his right frame of mind would premeditate the murder of his girlfriend in a manner he knew would point back right at him? And a man with Oscar's courage and mental strength, which got him game ready to compete against able-bodied athletes at the Olympics, definitely has the right frame of mind.
But I am not defending him. He has lost a lot. And so has Reeva.
He his love. She her life.
Maybe love for Oscar will never be the same again. This day definitely won't.
Maybe he will learn to live with what happened that day. With what he did. With the life he took away.
Maybe Reeva will forgive him for what happened. Maybe already has. Maybe he knows. Maybe he'll come to terms with it.
A lot of maybe's, a lot of hope, a lot of strength, a lot of empathy.
For the way things ended. For them. Between them.
Not everything ends well...
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