The Last One

[catelin]

I'm in trial this week, prosecuting yet another child sex abuse case. Seven and nine. Seven and nine. What the fuck is wrong with people? I could try a billion of these cases and I will still never comprehend what it is that makes someone want to have sex with a child. This may be the last of these sort of cases that I'll try before I leave in October. Rather than feeling good about that, I still feel worried and responsible about the other cases I'm leaving behind. The dope cases can live without me...even the arson cases. I can leave those in my successor's lap without any concern that he can handle it. But my other cases, the cases where I have faces to go with names, those cases are like my children. It's going to be hard to let go of them and hope that someone else can do them justice. This is going to be a hard job to leave. I love the work. I love the people. I also love where I'm headed and the new family that I have waiting for me there. Oddly enough, the mix of sad and happy seems as it should be. There is a balance to it that I take as yet another sign that I am on the right path. I have a sense that there's going to be something for me to do once I'm in this new place, something just as important and difference-making as what I do now. I find comfort in that, even though I'm not certain what it is I'll end up doing.

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[nandan.livejournal.com]

How long are you going to give yourself to get the house packed up? Or will you work til you move?