There are very few things that can bring me to tears. I would like to think I’m kind of tough to the daily heartaches that occur in this world. Am I cold and unfeeling? No. Do I use a defense mechanism? Perhaps…
As I sit here and write this column, I listen to Bob Seger’s, “Against The Wind” and I think of the first murder of 2014 in Saskatoon. Yes, the murder of that little five-year-old boy. You’ve all read it, heard about it, speculated, and probably had your own brand of justice you would have liked to dish out to the person that took that boy’s life.
My heart goes out to everyone involved, the mother, the child, the father, the neighbours, the friends and the police.
I cannot begin to imagine the pain of losing a child in such a tragedy. I am not kidding when I say … I don’t know the pain! I don’t know the anger! And I certainly won’t preach a formula that will make it easier for a community to heal.
I am fortunate enough to hold my friends and family close and know that I don’t have closed doors when I feel alone. Not always the case when it comes to tragedies such as this.
The woman charged with first-degree murder of the five-year-old was his mother? Really?
She had a history of mental illness and took off from a mental institution last year? I feel sorry for her somehow. I don’t know her history. I don’t know her mental illness.
And I don’t know her daily battles.
Did she know what she was doing? Was she angry? Was she hurting? And what about that little boy, did he trust his attacker? Did he understand pain? Did he want his Daddy? Where was his Daddy?
And was his Daddy angry and torn apart when he heard his son was gone? Did the little boy have a little friend that he wished was there to make him feel safe? Good grief! The questions are endless!
I’m no expert, but I’ve learned a thing or two. I know when I go home at the end of the night. I have a family that I treat with love and respect. That may not seem like much to some, but it maintains my balance in this crazy world.
I would also like to think that I am not unwittingly messing my kid’s head up that, no one wants to be that parent. And if I’m screwing this up, then I sure as hell hope my mother haunts me from the grave and tells me so!
Just like you readers? I don’t know what happened in the final moments of Jonathan Vetter’s life ... I can speculate. I can judge. I can be angry. I can hate.
I don’t know if that little guy ever received unconditional love, I can only hope he did. No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors. We can only find some peace in the fact that the police will find some justice for this little boy. Rest In Peace Jonathan …