Last Friday marked the anniversary of a young local’s tragic death — and though it has been two years since, grief still hovers over Harvey. I only met Lockie Hernaman once, and even though it was brief, his gregarious character and easy-going nature shone as something to admire. Our life is an ode to those who are a part of it, our family define our values, friends show our compassion and the places we live shape our interests. Lockie was a man clearly loved by his family, adored by his town, and respected by his teammates. He left a legacy coloured by traces of legend status. Grief is not an easy emotion, it comes suddenly and lingers unendingly, but memories last longer, they can be the testimony to a life or a remedy for melancholy. There is no single answer to reaching acceptance, everyone mourns in their own way, but comfort can be found in the ones you grieve with. I hope the balloons released in Lockie’s honour break through those clouds and bring the light of a life well lived back to those who are still grieving.