This was so hard to watch. As a mum, I wanted to reach into the tv and just hold the kids tightly. Issac, my god, where do I begin. You got to see him grow up condensed style. I felt his excitement at the beginning waiting, I cried with him, seeing his daddy at the airport. He had to deal with so much so young. It seemed like one rotten thing after another and yet you never saw him ever complain. His main goal in life appeared be throughout the documentary just to make his daddy proud. Joey, it just doesn’t comprehend…. all this pain aimed at one young family. Maria, god had a plan for her, that’s for sure. She seemed to hold everything and everyone together when you had only just met a few months before the surgery, with her gentle demeanour.
Brian, tragedy came to your door multiple times. You’re right about having the uniform ripped away leaving you bare, unheard and unnoticed without it. It concerns me that you don’t appear, in the episode, to seek help for your negative experiences and possible PTSD, you don’t strike me as someone who accepts the ‘it’s ok to not be ok’ mindset. Trying to deal, while silently mourning, the loss of your limb, pre lifestyle, pre character and pre career and then the ultimate pain, the loss of your young son. But one thing is for certain, you can never say you were ever unloved. The love for you was so clear for all to see by your family, as we witnessed your journey. Young Issac would have been just perfect in the police role, his pleasing, gentle, compassionate and kind manner, but, I truly hope he does well in the career he accepted instead. I wish you all health and happiness as you all move forward, onward and upwards….