Newtown Tragedy

I’m sure there have been many a blog post since the awful news last week.

It made me sick when I heard about the poor little boys and girls who lost their lives for no reason, and the teachers who tried to save them. I will not mention the name of the monster who did it to them, not through fear, but simply because he doesn’t deserve to be remembered.

I cannot even begin to understand the feelings of the parents who lost their most loved in this senseless manor. But I can say I hope they know how it has touched so many people across the globe. No parent should ever bury their child. It is not the natural way of things.

I wish them all my dearest condolences during this time, and forever more.

I let my son eat cake for dinner and stay up extra late having cuddles on the sofa. I can’t imagine him not being there. And yet, on a normal day, like any other, this is what so many parents have had to face.

I read a very interesting article today, about being the mother of a mentally ill child. It is deeply sobering, and highlights just how little support there is for those suffering from a mental illness. It seems that too often, a child cannot be helped until a crime is committed. Why do we wait for these incidents to occur before giving support? It seems ludicrous.

No matter what happens in the future, with regards to gun laws and support for families coping with mental illness, it doesn’t bring back those who were lost last week. They should be remembered, and will never be forgotten.

On my Facebook page a viral quote popped up over the weekend, attributed to Morgan Freeman, although he never said such a thing. I agree with the sentiment entirely. So even though it was actually written by “Mark in Vancouver”, I’m still going to post it.

Thanks for reading.

“You want to know why. This may sound cynical, but here’s why.

It’s because of the way the media reports it. Flip on the news and watch how we treat the Batman theater shooter and the Oregon mall shooter like celebrities. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris are household names, but do you know the name of a single victim of Columbine? Disturbed people who would otherwise just off themselves in their basements see the news and want to top it by doing something worse, and going out in a memorable way. Why a grade school? Why children? Because he’ll be remembered as a horrible monster, instead of a sad nobody.

CNN’s article says that if the body count “holds up”, this will rank as the second deadliest shooting behind Virginia Tech, as if statistics somehow make one shooting worse than another. Then they post a video interview of third-graders for all the details of what they saw and heard while the shootings were happening. Fox News has plastered the killer’s face on all their reports for hours. Any articles or news stories yet that focus on the victims and ignore the killer’s identity? None that I’ve seen yet. Because they don’t sell. So congratulations, sensationalist media, you’ve just lit the fire for someone to top this and knock off a day care center or a maternity ward next.

You can help by forgetting you ever read this man’s name, and remembering the name of at least one victim. You can help by donating to mental health research instead of pointing to gun control as the problem. You can help by turning off the news.”

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Fever and Karina

I’m ill.

It’s difficult being ill when you got a little one. I think back to all those times I used to just curl up on the sofa, while my mum would bring me soup and wet flannels. I wouldn’t even have to put them on my own head. It’s nice to have someone to look after you.

But it’s all different when you are the parent. There is someone dependant on you, who (in the early stages) doesn’t quite understand that no, you can’t play with them all the time and no, you can’t go to the park today. Quite frankly, it’s a miracle you stumbled out of bed when your throat feels like it’s on fire – matching the rest of your feverish body – and a cough that could bring the house down. I feel so weak.

But really, it’s only glandular fever. It’s not going to kill me. I will get better in a relatively short period of time. There will be no lasting complications, no ‘what if’ and no wondering if I will be around, because I will be.

I was reading the news as usual this morning, as I came across the tragic story of Karina Menzies, just 32 years old, who was one of the victims of a hit-and-run. It wasn’t an accident. It was an act of madness, evil and cruelty beyond comprehension. The story goes that she sacrificed her life for that of two of her children who were with her as the van aimed for the pedestrians on a fire station forecourt. Her children are aged 23 months and eight. She died because in an instant she knew what she had to do.

It’s just awful and heart-wrenching. I know that I would do the same in a situation where it was my life of my son’s. I know that I would save him no matter what without a moments hesitation.

Such is a mother’s love. It is unfaltering in its strength.

Read the full story here.