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Bigger Than Tragedy

March 18th, 2015     by deb singh     Comments

Illustration: Erin McPhee

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS INFO ON VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN AND LINKS THAT DESCRIBE VIOLENT ACTS AGAINST CHILDREN.

There are days, moments where I feel like my only power is to write. I feel this tremendously today, after hearing about Elijah Marsh’s death on February 19th, 2015. Elijah, age 3, wandered off at 4am from his grandmother’s home on Neptune Dr. in the Bathurst and Wilson area. He was found in a backyard some 300 meters away from where he was staying. He was found with no vital signs and was rushed to the hospital. He later died.

There are names of children that will be edged into my mind forever. Elijah’s will be one of them.

I don’t just ache as a new mom, I don’t just ache as an activist, I ache for Elijah’s death as I imagine the most horrific moments of this sweet child’s life slipping away in the bitter cold, alone and lost for hours before he lost consciousness. But, the need for being graphic about the last moments of his death isn’t here.

I believe the need to break open the discussion on children dying comes from the other names I remember all too well:

Randall Dooley
Kristin French
Leslie Mahaffy
Tammy Homolka
Jeffery Baldwin
Jayce Dugard (not deceased)

These children were abused. And all of them but Jayce Dugard were killed because of the abuse they experienced.

I am reminded of these names when a child is hurt or killed, intentionally or not, in our world and we hear about it.

There are so many others. But these children were so close to home. They were right under our noses and none of us could do anything to stop it.

There are moments where I feel so sad, so powerful. All I can do is write. Remember. And witness.

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