My musings, rants, celebrations and chatter as a victim of catholic clergy rape and abuse, years of subsequent lost potential and finding the courage and strength finally to speak out to redress the balance and fight against the oppression and repression of the Catholic Church
Sue Cox
Thursday, 28 January 2016
Thankyou for the Music
Today would have been my wonderful son Nick's 48th birthday. Of course, to us he will always be 19 and handsome, funny, kind, and full of life.
Every year I tend to write about him on his birthday, and every year I find something else to say about him. Today I am thinking of few of the things he left me. Not material things of course, because Nick had so few of those, and he cared very little about that stuff anyway. But the big things he had, like a knowlege that he loved deeply and and was deeply loved in his short life. The gestures and smiles and expressions that are so "Nick" that I see in his brothers and sisters all the time.
The fact that his close friends and the girl he loved still get in touch and talk about him with such love, and who still are a part of our lives, says much about Nick and who he was.
Practically the last thing he said to me was "Mum I am so proud of you" and I did not deserve it. So he left me a task of trying to become deserving in my dealings with others, (Nowhere near there yet)!
He left me with the strength to stand up to bullies, no matter who they are, and to hold out for integrity. The pain of his death made everything else that I had ever suffered pale into insignificance, any battle to be fought a piece of cake in comparison.
He left amazing memories of laughter, some "naughtiness" and very funny stories.
When someone dies people often don't know what to say, and unfortunately they do sometimes say the wrong thing. I had so many people saying things to me at the time to try and help. One person, a doctor, said to my daughter, Louise (Nick's sister) - "Well statistically with six children it was unlikely you would all survive to old age" -WTF!- This was her brother, she had just lost him and was heartbroken.
Someone said to me "Well at least you have got another five"! WTF!- Nick was unique and irreplaceable, and there is nothing and no one who could take his place.
His youngest brother and sister went to school after a few days and in Assembly the talk was of how brave they were, and how sad it was - And then they got his name wrong! and they were devastated.
This picture of him was taken just a few hours before he died, and the camera was rescued from the car fire, hence the poor quality. I have always thought it also gift, he is poised on a rock in the beauty of the Lake district, and he looks as if he is about to fly.
I like to think the last thing he ever saw was incredible beauty.
I am a fighter, always have been - I guess I always will be, and with good cause I think. But losing Nick knocked the stuffing out of me and I never quite recovered.There is a deep hole there that can never be filled.
I function pretty much most of the time, but on days like this I buckle, and need to draw on all the things he left me in order to pick myself up.I am especially thankful to his brothers and sisters who keep his memory very much alive, and like me, will never forget him.
It has been cold and grey here for ages but today - Nick's birthday - the sun is shining and the sky is clear blue!
Nick loved music, I remember staying up all night with him to watch "Live aid", we were the only two still able to stay awake! and he left us with some very special songs, that we all associate just with him.
I can't say "Happy Birthday" on a day like this because it just isn't! But I can say "Thank-you" to him, for everything he gave me , and
"Thankyou for the music."
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so beautiful1 (your love for your son)
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