Sunday, August 3, 2014

MH17

I like most of the world watched in horror the unfolding story of MH17. 

I live in Perth, Western Australia. Fatima Dyczynski attended the high school that Mr A currently attends and Mr Little will attend, it is also a school in which a large number of children and families know the Maslin family. 

It is so hard to comprehend the situation, how could this have happened, why did this happen, what lessons can we learn, how do we stop this - some many questions to which there may never be answers 

I watch with sadness and pain for Fatima's parents travelling to the Ukraine desperate to find their only daughter, their only child.  

I am awed at the strength of Rin Norris and Anthony Maslin as they stood in front of a crowded football stadium on Thursday night - releasing three purple balloons as a tribute to their children.  

My thoughts are with all the families who are now tying to make some sense of their life, tying to map a new life with such a loss to contend with. 

I cannot begin to even attempt to understand how the Maslin and Dyczynski families are coping - its a loss that is too great to understand.

What greater strength they have I don't know, but what more eloquent words I have never heard.

A message to the soldiers in the Ukraine, the politicians, the media, our friends and family. 
Our pain is intense and relentless. We live in a hell beyond hell.
Our babies are not here with us – we need to live with this act of horror, every day and every moment for the rest of our lives.
No one deserves what we are going through.
Not even the people who shot our whole family out of the sky.
No hate in the world is as strong as the love we have for our children, for Mo, for Evie, for Otis.
No hate in the world is as strong as the love we have for Grandad Nick.
No hate in the world is as strong as the love we have for each other.
This is a revelation that gives us some comfort. 
We would ask everyone to remember this when you are making any decisions that affect us and the other victims of this horror. 
So far, every moment since we arrived home, we’ve been surrounded by family and friends. We desperately pray that this continues, because this expression of love is what is keeping us alive. We want to continue to know about your lives, all the good and all the bad. We no longer have lives that we want to live by ourselves. So we’d like to take the chance to thank everyone, all our incredible friends, family and communities, and to tell you all that we love you very much. 
We would also like to thank the people at DFAT; the local coordinator Claire and most sincerely, Diana and Adrian from The Hague, without whom we would not be here. We ask the media to respect the privacy of our family and friends – pain is not a story. 
Yours truly
Anthony Maslin & Marite Norris.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

The Block Glasshouse...

I broke my ankle a week and a half ago  - so for a week I was in a cast only able to use one leg and I felt really miserable - at the same time Mr Little had a broken arm.  It was difficult but we got through it all and while I still have to walk with a moon boot and Mr Little is still in plaster we are all okay, it was but a temporary bump in life's journey.  The point is that during this time I watched a bit of TV which included the Block Glasshouse - and I was irritated, really irritated.

I know in a rational frame of mind that this is a TV show and they cut and edit so they have a show - but seriously folks why tears and drama  - you are not saving the world, you are not finding a cure for cancer, you are not helping the sick and dying - you are on a TV show in the hope that you can win some money and also cash in your 15 minutes of fame. 

Life is probably okay for you that you can given up your job, your  life and for some the care of children for 3 months. (Yes I understand you are doing it for the family and possible financial security).   So please don't whinge and whine about having to paint all night, the stress of having to pick furniture, sheets, towels art work - really makes you sound quite vacuous and selfish.  Perhaps think of the world as a bigger picture  - stress is not being able to find a place to sleep at night, a meal to fill your stomach, the ability to keep you and your family safe!
  
Rant over.