Darcey Freeman‘s father is serving 32 years for her 2009 murder. She was just four years old. This week, in Melbourne, an inquest into her death is investigating why he was able to carry out that crime.
The story of the short life of little Darcey Freeman and her brutal murder at the hands of her own father has lived rent-free in my mind for over 5 years.
On that terrible day in 2009, I was in our Melbourne office. It was morning, my team and I were gathered in the boardroom, sipping lukewarm lattes and hot chocolates, staring at yet another mind-numbing powerpoint presentation.
Someone noted the police helicopter, followed by news choppers and the sirens of first responders making their way to Melbourne’s West Gate bridge. We stood at the window, speculating that it was an accident. It looked serious. It looked bad. We tried to focus on our presentation, but the distraction of what was happening on the Yarra River, proved too great.
I asked one of the team to go online to find out what was going on.
It was more than bad. It was downright evil. No one could comprehend the story that was being relayed to us over Ethernet.
A small child had been thrown from the 58 metre bridge in to the murky water below.
More facts emerged and we disbanded the presentation, as many of my team, most of them parents themselves, began to cry or curse with disbelief.
The victim was a little four-year-old. She had blonde hair. She had a cheeky smile. Her name was Darcey.