Keezia's Story (Brisbane, Australia)

​As a child, pain is a scratched knee or a stubbed toe.  Boy! does pain feel different now that I’m a “grown up.”  Life seemed so much simpler then when I was a small child, carefree riding bikes or embracing a mother’s hug.
 
I was 17 when my mother went missing at sea.  Mum and her partner had sailed from the northern part of the South Island in New Zealand en route to Rarotonga.  They had set out on a journey of a lifetime, of adventure and excitement. 

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