As my three bright, vivacious children bicker and squabble over an Easter egg hunt, as they moan and groan over who got the most chocolate this is what I think about.
Seventeen women have died from domestic violence this year. On a day of rejuvenation and joy we think of loss, of tragedy and sadness.
Trigger warning: This post deals with family violence and may be triggering for some readers.
My three children woke up early in the darkness this Easter Sunday their eyes shining bright with anticipation.
They were awake the minute they realised what day it was. There were no sleepy, heavy heads today, only that special type of excitement a day like Easter can bring. At ages three, five and seven they still believe in the magic of furry rabbits who bring chocolate…
It’s an unexpected delight of being a mother – watching the excitement on your children’s faces, sharing their joy, immersing yourself in their happiness. It takes you back to your own childhood.
But this morning, I couldn’t help but think of other children who rose knowing only darkness. Children who woke ready for the day ahead with heavy hearts.
My mind turns to the three children of Tara Costigan’s children. Costigan was killed in an attack on February 28th – just a day after she applied for a domestic violence order. Police allege her ex-partner Marcus Rappel forced his way into her Canberra home and killed her with an axe.
Rhiley, aged 11-years old, Drew, aged nine-years old, and her youngest daughter Ayla, who was only one-week old when her mother was murdered. A mother she will never know.