Friday, January 30, 2009


An imagination is a wonderful thing to have and to use, but sometimes it can be cruel, mean and downright nasty.

I, like most of my fellow Melbournians, have been thrown by the news of the man who threw his daughter off the 60 metre high Westgate bridge yesterday. She lost her life after hours of medicos trying to bring her back. She was 5 and on her way to her first day of school.

I cannot fathom what could drive someone to this. Like many other parents around the world, my children have driven me to frustration and craxed thoughts, but never, ever would I allow myself to get to this point. There is a little thing in my brain that doesn't allow for it. Unfortunately for little Darcey, her Dad didn't have this thing in his brain kick in.

I don't know all the details, but suffice to say, I'm sickened at the thought of this horrendous situation and what has happened. And my imagination is not letting it go. Constantly my thoughts stray back to this story and what happened. I don't help myself by reading up on details in the online newspapers.

My imagination be damned. I fear for her two brothers, aged 6 and 2 who witnessed their father do this to their sister. I fear what their imaginations will bring to their minds over the course of their life. I feel so bad for her mother who may now be wondering why she allowed her husband to take the kids to school, when it should have been a normal thing to have happen. The guilt this poor woman must be going through must be monstrous.

1 comment:

Jayne said...

Scary, sad, twisted and such a cruel thing to snuff out a young life.
Just hope her brothers get proper counselling and treatment in the coming years.