This is one of many of Izzy’s spontaneous selfie portraits.
When, in the early days of the investigation and a South Yorkshire Police request to access to Izzy and Beth’s phones (for the record, Beth’s iPhone remains to this day unopened and unaccessed – no-one could guess her passwords and Apple didn’t/don’t help) when we first tapped into Izzy’s camera phone, I said to Cagney:
”They just look like holiday photos”.
“They are.” she replied, bluntly, but softly.
So here’s just one of many from Izzy’s camera phone.
Izzy is her energy infused self, snapping a cheeky selfie, knowing Beth is in the background, having one of her quiet, contemplative moments, as she oft would. It’s just a split second snapshot, a spur of the moment record of just one tiny fragment in time.
Now, and with such uncommonly, unfettered access, the picture encapsulates so much of their relationship, their sisterly bond, their easy, comfortable connection with each other and of their own, so dearly precious personalities.
I so, so wish I didn’t have such unfettered access. But I do.
I just miss them.
God, I miss them.