Reporting on Moraya Harrison coroner’s report failed her family
MORAYA HARRISON was many things: an athlete, an artist, a social butterfly and a person who cared deeply about the interpersonal relationships she fostered. She was kind and outgoing and whatever contributed to her death, officially ruled as an accident by the BC Coroner’s Service, does not detract from the loss, grief and pain myself, my family and her friends have had to endure in the wake of this sudden tragedy.
My father served as her primary caregiver for her entire life. It was him who called me that June 14th morning to inform me of her death — it was his birthday. What I heard through the end of the phone that day was more a combination of sounds than actual words. He sounded like a wounded animal, braying into the stillness of a frigid night. As a parent myself, I knew that he was experiencing the greatest pain a parent can endure, the loss of a child.
In the days that followed, our family scrambled to come together to protect and support each other as we navigated the motions of a death of one of our own: contacting family before they were hit with the news in the media, reaching out to her friends, contacting funeral homes, finding a venue, selecting songs and photos to eulogize Moraya, enduring the funeral and, individually, doing our best to move forward.
In those early days, I volunteered to serve as primary contact for the BC Coroner’s Service, in an effort to shoulder some of the burden away from my dad. Since June, I have had regular phone conversations with Mr. Cave and I am so thankful for both his thoroughness and professionalism. He answered every one of my questions and, when he spoke of Moraya, he did so with dignity and respect, at times pausing in his answers to allow me the opportunity to collect myself.