“It Kills Me To Think of Fuller’s Hands on my Mum in the Mortuary”
* I ghosted my friend’s story for The Telegraph. Warning, this piece contains disturbing detail *
When the police knocked on my door back in October, it had been eight years since my mother was laid to rest. The details that I heard that evening, brought everything back to me about losing her: the grief; the heartbreak; the utter loss. But they also filled my head with horrific images I have not been able to shift ever since, pictures no human should ever have to contemplate. The first thing I thought after those two officers left my house was that it would have been better if I had never known. Weeks on, I feel that more than ever because the wickedness of what David Fuller did in that mortuary to my mother, to young children, to all those loved ones, is just impossible for any of us to comprehend.
I have not been able to sleep since that night, not properly, because every time I close my eyes, those pictures that the darkest parts of my brain have conjured up are there. Sometimes I j…