It’s been awhile since I last sent you a message on this page. Believe me it’s not because you’ve been out of my thoughts….that I can honestly say will never happen! I just want you to know that even during my quiet times you have my absolute support.
Sending you and the family Love and Best Wishes this Easter Weekend.
Angela (England) X
I recently came across the following quotation: “There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.” – Ranata Suzuki
My dear boy, you have suffered great personal loss and trauma. You have been discriminated against, convicted and labelled a murderer without merit, imprisoned, and facing a vindictive appeal that has less to do with justice than personal greed and malice. It has been a dark tunnel indeed, and a heavy price to pay for fame and a catastrophic, fear induced, mistake.
It’s been a struggle too, for those who have had no choice but to watch heavy hearted, as this wretched story has unfolded. Of course, it would be naive to believe that all stories have a happy ending, but is it too much to want to live in a world where compassion and empathy are high ideals to be valued and emulated; and where love overcomes hate, and truth and justice ultimately prevail?
We’re sick of the tunnel too, for therein lies injustice and inhumanity. But to stop caring whether there is a light at the end is not an option, for the light is hope and faith and belief, and to stop caring is to give up on the values and ideals that we hold so dear. Giving up means devaluing the currency of compassion and empathy. Giving up means extinguishing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Oscar, hope is too precious to give up on. There is no easy way through this, but however dark the tunnel, keep your eyes fixed on the light, moving towards it one small step at a time with courage, faith, and the belief that beyond the light, lies something better; a happier, kinder, brighter day. A day when the tunnel is behind you and you have made peace with yourself and life once more.
Easter blessings dear boy.
Love Heather Xx
I think Easter is a time of reflection – on the good and bad in the world, on loyalty and betrayal, on kindness and cruelty. In my own head I keep coming back to the actions of one good man on the day that Christ was crucified, Joseph of Arimathea. He had the guts to ask for Jesus’s body, he had the generosity to place it in his own tomb, he provided the herbs and spices to prepare the body.
We have a legend in south-west England that Joseph travelled here and where he pushed his walking cane into the earth it immediately burst into flower – the Glastonbury Thorn. Today there are several thorn trees which apparently came from cuttings from the original tree. Is this true? Does it matter? Isn’t that what faith is all about?
I wish you a blessed Easter.