Today I went to the launch of Overdose Awareness Day. This Sunday, on the last day of winter, we will be remembering those who have died of an accidental overdose, those who have suffered permanent injury and their families and friends who continue to be affected.
Though I've been a part of this event for a number of years now, it struck me today what a deeply spiritual occasion this is. Everybody was gathered together to reflect upon classical religious themes - the nature and impact of death, and the consequences of social marginalisation. No one could fail to be touched by the story of a mother whose son had died alone in a Sydney park, struggling to deal with the deep pain of his childhood.
May all those who take part in this day find the peace that they need.