It has been a while since my last blog post, and I want to let you know now on the outset of you reading this, that this post has no poignant message hidden behind humor. This post is dead serious, and I know once you have finished reading it, that you will allow me to digress today.
CHILDREN….they are a precious commodity, that if you get involved in the science behind how they are created, they are truly a miracle.
Miracle aka something miraculous.
Bringing an innocent life into this world is never something to be taken for granted. It is a mammoth job. A job that should never be taken lightly.
I remember when my husband and I were contemplating starting a family, 9/11 happened and I remember going into fear one night thinking that I didn’t want to bring a child into this world.
It’s horrible and cruel and INSANE.
….you know…..getting married, having children, handing over the next generation to my children, just like the story books we were brought up on.
I live in Queensland. I have been watching and reading weekly on the horror that is the lives of Bruce and Denise Morcombe and their surviving sons. When the inquest started, I couldn’t read any of the news because my mind started to think about things that a mother should NEVER have to think about. Everytime a thought came in I would just flick it to something along the lines of “I hope he didn’t suffer, I hope it was quick.”
Stranger danger combined with everything falling into place for the worst possible outcome in the shortest amount of time became real.
The anger I felt when an arrest had been made and the abject sorry I felt when they found bones, and then they were Daniel’s. Trying to put myself in Denise’s shoes was crippling, I couldn’t do it for more than 30 seconds. It would kill me and this has been this poor woman’s daily life for nearly eight years.
On Sunday night she said she still couldn’t be angry.
I think the rest of the Australia will take over that job.
All I could hear and see was the pain, the debilitating pain at seeing a mother who had lost her little boy.
Denise and Bruce Morcombe said on Sunday night that they did not want people’s pity, and I can understand that. Feeling a nations pain as well as their own would have to be a hard gig.
My thought is to save that pity up and put it to their foundation and all the work they are doing on building awareness, trying to get a universal distress signal recognised, and supporting the Day for Daniel.
Set aside October 28 and make your feelings known.