Daniel Morcombe has always featured in our lives as the boy who disappeared. For those readers unfamiliar with the story, Daniel was 13 when he disappeared from a bus stop. Gone. That was 8 years ago although it seems much longer. My children were 3 and 5 at the time and it struck fear into every parent's heart. Daniel was one of a twin.
Daniel has always been part of my family discussions about stranger-danger. My children were convinced a stranger was someone who wore black and looked bad. If only it was so easy. There is a fine line between teaching awareness and simply frightening them silly. Now they seem to be focused on the thought that bad people drive white vans. Master T is very wary of white vans at the moment. I try to focus on that 'feeling' that something is not right. The feeling they get in their stomachs. I still worry when they are out of my sight.
They have someone in custody charged with Daniel's murder. I hope it is the right fellow a-n-d I desperately hope they can find Daniel and re-unite him with his family to rest at last. It is the right thing to do after all this time.
Ciao for now...