One Single Act

I just received a newsletter from my youngest child,  Devlin’s Respite Home, and I was moved to tears.
A few weeks ago a single mother of a disabled child was brutally murdered here in Toronto, and like the other times that I’ve heard about such terrible loss I was saddened but this time there was another element to it, a child, just like my own Devlin perhaps, was now without the one person in this world that would love them unconditionally, that would help them in their struggles and fight the battles that need to be fought for them was now gone and they were alone.
Today as I was reading through the newsletter I got in the mail, it suddenly occurred to me that this family I had heard about on the news, used Safehaven just like we did.
Nestled there among the articles and stories or donated artwork, fund raising news, reports on the findings of parent surveys, there was a little story about this child.
It was a simple little notation written by the communication and fundraising specialist, it was supposed to be about upcoming events, but since she was writing as the news of this murdered parent came in, her article took a drastic detour.
One single, horrifying act and this child’s whole world is shattered.
With one simple sentence “A Police Officer physically lifted this child from their wheelchair and brought them to Safe Haven” she opened up a cascade of tears because I knew just what that meant.
To remove this child from their wheel chair and deposit them at Safe Haven meant that they were without the equipment necessary to help them live their life from day to day.  It would be like you suddenly had all control over your muscles taken away and then told to sit, stand, eat without support.
Not only was this child probably a witness to the horrifying death of their only parent, they were now having the thing(s) that makes living their life possible removed torn away, because of this.
I read on about how it became a mission of the Safehaven team to do what they could for this child, to accommodate them in a most likely already fully booked respite home.  The team as Safehaven most likely beg, borrowed or stole whatever they could get their hands on to temporarily replace the equipment that the police had to hold onto.  The emotions at this time must have been on overload, can you imagine looking into a scared child who has just been through this, and then add in the fact that this child depends on this parent not just for their normal care but for their daily activities as well.  Things like feeding, toileting, dressing, even positioning can be the responsibility of the parent in these types of situations, and to have all that stolen, as well as the love, security and everything else that a parent means to a child is beyond words to describe.
With one single act, this monster who did this horrifying thing, shattered this child’s whole world and yet also mobilized a group of wonderful people to help lessen the trauma the only way that they could, but giving what they could of themselves.
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About katastrophes1

Kat is a 20 something girl stuck in a 40 something body. Mom to 3 kids, tormented and amused by 3 crazy dogs. Amateur photographer, self taught crochet junkie. Thinker of crazy thoughts. Where do they come from? Who knows where thoughts occur, they just happen!
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One Response to One Single Act

  1. Kat says:

    >Sorry for not following up with this, the child got their chair back in about 36 hours or so. It's not needed for evidence, the police just wouldn't allow anything to be taken fromt he property until the scene had been cleared.

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