After the accidental deaths of police officer Jim
Sara and his wife, the next worst tragedy was that they left two infant
daughters behind. The police family pitched in to help, as usual,
but what did the girls miss out on in a life without their parents?
Orphaned at the ages of just three and one, sisters Amy and Karma Sara
have no real memories of their parents. They cannot remember their
mother’s loving embrace or kisses goodnight. Nor can they picture
sitting atop the shoulders of their dad the policeman, dressed in
his blue uniform.
Amy has only the vague
memory of her father, Jim, lifting her over a fence to hand her to
someone. Karma, so young when her parents died, remembers nothing
of them.
Through their 20-odd years of life, the sisters have had only photographs
to make up for the precious images that never formed in their minds.
And, as keepsakes, they have only their mother’s wedding ring, cutlery
sets, and other jewellery.
Jim and Christine Sara died of injuries they sustained in a horrific
car crash at Port Broughton on January 27, 1986. They had driven into
the town to pick up the girls, after a day in Adelaide at the cricket.
But, at a main-street intersection, their car and another collided
at around 8pm.
Christine, 26, died soon after the collision. Jim, 27, spent the
next two days clinging to life in the Royal Adelaide Hospital, but
finally succumbed to head injuries on the morning of January 29. And
so began little Amy and Karma’s lives without their parents.
But quickly to the rescue came Christine’s sister, Judy Grivell,
and her husband, Harold. The pair opted to become the girls’ guardians,
and began to raise them in their Verdun home.
Meanwhile, Jim’s colleagues, not only from his last post, Port Pirie,
but right across the police force, established a trust fund for Amy
and Karma. By the end of 1986, then-police commissioner, David Hunt,
presented the Grivells with a cheque for almost $19,000.
The money covered part of the cost of extending the Grivell home
by two bedrooms, to accommodate the children.
Childhood for the girls
– who attended Oakbank Area School and, later, Seymour College – would
be mercifully normal. And, from the beginning, the Grivells never
tried to keep from them the story of their parents.
Pictures of Jim and Christine always hung in the family home. Karma,
now 19, remembers asking, as a four-year-old: “Who are they?” “They’re
your parents,” the Grivells told her.
Says Amy: “They were discussed, but not too often. If we had any
questions, we could always ask. Something would remind Mum (Judy)
and she’d talk about how we were like our parents; how I looked like
Mum; and how cheeky like Dad (I was).”
Issues of soul-searching and finding oneself never arose for either
girl, until she reached her mid-teens. “We started getting confused
in trying to find out who we were, without our biological parents,”
says Amy, now 21. “It was kind of hard.
“From the time I was 16 until I was about 18, I just had to work
through it. I had to grieve (over my parents) like everyone else did,
15 years before.”
And, as the girls’ fellow college students knew of their parents’
deaths, school life proved tough as well. To Amy, on her first day
at Seymour, one inquisitive girl said: “Oh, your parents died?”
Sometimes overwhelming, too, was the urge in others at college to
help. “They wanted to talk to you, know if you were okay, and help
you with your subjects,” says Amy. “All you wanted to do was get on
with it.”
For a time, Amy wrongly
blamed herself and Karma for their parents’ deaths. She figured the
crash only occurred because Jim and Christine had to travel the main
street of Port Broughton to pick them up that evening.
Karma came to direct anger at her parents for “leaving us”. “Why
did they have to go to the cricket?” she would ask herself.
Neither Amy nor Karma found counsellors any help, but both managed
to emerge from that time of short-lived confusion. Karma, however,
questions whether she ever “really found myself”.
In the few years since their college days, both young women have
moved on from any emotional issues, found steady work, and bought
their own homes. Amy works part-time in a video store and as a volunteer
at the Holdfast Community Centre. Karma works two jobs as a dental
nurse, and studies international business.
Today, neither sister, while free of bitterness, can say she is totally
at peace with the deaths of her parents. Each continues to live with
an intense sadness for her loss.
At the sight of a police car, Karma always thinks of her dad. But
both sisters still think of their parents just about every day, anyway;
and to talk about them sometimes brings tears to their eyes.
“I think what could have been,” says Amy. “Everyone else got to be
with their parents and go to sport, movies or whatever, and we didn’t.”
Ahead for Amy might yet be a career that invokes new images of her
father, and his working life. She has decided to follow his footsteps
into the police force and, in late February, applied to join SAPOL.
To help her chances of selection, she has already secured her diploma
in justice administration. In 1999, she scored a week’s work experience
with SAPOL, spending time at Fort Largs, Norwood police station, and
in Forensic Services Branch.
But was the memory of her father her only inspiration to join the
police force? “I don’t know where else the thought would have come
from,” she says. “But that’s not the only reason I’m doing it now.
“I did do the work experience, and I found it really interesting.
I like helping people, and I’m doing volunteer work at the Holdfast
Community Centre. I just want to do what I can, and the police force
is the way I hope to do that.”
Aside from her foray into law enforcement, Amy also wants to discover
more about her father as a police officer. She recently met one of
his former course-mates, Senior Constable Paul Noble, who told her
something of their academy days together.
“I know Dad in the sense of how the family knew him, but I don’t
know how he was with his (police) friends,” she says. “I would like
to get to know that side of him.”