A rainly 50s Housewife Friday.
Very befitting for the circumstances of today, a day that
will forever go down in Australian history.........Daniel Morcombe's funeral.
His mind blowingly brave, long suffering, grieving
parents, Denise and Bruce, along with Daniel's brothers, finally get to say
their goodbyes and lay their little man to rest, 9 years to the day that he was
kidnapped and murdered.
A very close friend of mine is a Sunshine Coast
celebrated journalist and is attending the funeral, the same way she has
attended each and every annual Daniel walk, with her pooch in tow, and this
year for the first time, with her baby daughter along as well.
She told me yesterday that she would be feeling so sad
for Daniel today and expressed her grief at the life he has lost and I
sympathized with her, but then told her my take on things.
Once, I had many uncertainties about the after life. As a
young child I would often cry and hug my mother, pleading with her to never die
and leave me.
'Everbody dies, ' she would say ' but everyone you love
that has passed will be waiting for you in Heaven.'
'What a crock,' I would think of this answer. How the
hell could she possibly know that??!
Since then, hours of my time has been spent contemplating
death (always a good goth), this Heaven place, the meaning of life.... I have
even somehow passed this along to my eldest son who has often woken me at
night, crying, worried about what happens when u die, and of losing those he
loves. I would comfort him as best I could, explaining to him that we'll never
know. We will never be sure of what awaits us, and I would hate for him to
waste his life worrying about something that you can never possibly know the
answer to.
Recently he said again 'what if there's just nothing,
just darkness. What if we're just dead!'
But, since my adored father died, I have lost my fear of
dying. I know now that something awaits me on the other side. The energy I felt
just hours after my Dad left us makes me sure that there is that connection. My
father will be waiting for me when I get there. I cant tell u how comforting
that is to me. So I told my son, in answer to his fears, that I have never seen
any evidence that there is nothing. I have however seen evidence of something.
Something good.
So I believe that Daniel is at peace. He is now in a
better place, flying, soaring, comforted by his ancestors, feeling no pain. The
suffering is of those of us left behind, his family who have had to live it
every day, who still get no satisfaction
from the dirty, cowardly, scum lord that randomly took their precious child
from them. He dares to sit in court across from them and plead his innocence,
drawing out even further the Morcombe family's
journey through Hell. A journey he set their feet upon 9 years ago. I
pray for them that this last trial they have to endure will be speedy and
complete so they may finally themselves find some peace.
I would love to assure the Morcombes that their little
boy would be incredibly proud of their strength and totally stoked at the
legacy he has left here with us. A safer and more united country. In his name,
protection and awareness for our children. A young life that amounted to so
much. He represents to all of us parents our own children and knowing that he
is watching out for them is a comfort to all of us.
Congratulations to you, Bruce and Denise, for the way you
have dealt with this ordeal and God Bless you for your efforts and the dignity
and respect you have constantly shown.
I don't know if I could have behaved with such dignity
under these circumstances.
So have a great 50's Housewife Friday guys. Hug your
children a little tighter tonight when u kiss them goodnight and dig deep for the
Daniel Morcombe Foundation this Christmas ay?
R.I.P little fella x
Cathy xx
2 comments:
Beautifully written
Beautifully written
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