Friday, 7 December 2012

Cathy's 50s Housewife Friday. The end is not the end.


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




Cathy wears many hats. Wife, mother of two sons, CEO of Little Monsters Pty Ltd and Cake Pop Queen just to name a few. She subscribes to the theory that Cathiness is next to Godliness. And on Fridays she behaves like a 50s housewife by sedating herself and cooking, baking and ironing, and being nice to her husband. Any other day is a crapshoot.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written