http://suncanaa.com/in_memory_

This is a very sad website. It drums home how many children are dying
due to the Child Protection workers, overloading the foster system and
refusing to hand children back, or listen to reason.

My friend Patrick killed himself when he learned child safety wanted to take his baby. Here is the only photo there was ever taken of Patrick and David. David was four weeks old when Patrick died.
Patrick thought if he was gone, maybe they would leave the baby with his mother. Patrick's only crime was that he smoked marijuana.

As it says at the bottom of this email, I am not allowed to disclose it to anyone. I will scream as loud as I can, fuck you.

I sincerely thankyou for your attention to this matter. I am about to write my fourth letter to the coroner advising them of further matters concerning the foster carer my son was placed with.

I would like to inform you that I had one supervised visit that was supervised by an NGO. After the visit she directly confronted DoCS Cairns North and demanded that my son be returned to me immediately, informing them I was an outstanding father.

Dear Luke's Dad,

I am a 29 year old woman from regional NSW and recently commenced work in a
State Government Department in the are of Social Work, in what I believe is a
field that enables me to help people in a very practical way. I have had
personal experience with the gross misconduct, heartlessness and neglect that
the one DoCS employee I have known, is capable of.

After some research this evening, my eyes have been opened to the plight of
these children and the horiffic, absolutely unacceptable state of the system.

Here is the story of the four children, one my own, and the three others belonging to other parents that I have met in the last year since my son died.

Like the others in our sad little group, I do not like to talk about what happened to my beautiful son, Luke Borusiewicz. I will say one thing, when I look at the photos of our last visit together, I can see the love for me in his eyes, on his poor little scratched face.

http://www.facebook.com/?sk=messages&tid=384593874138#!/group.php?gid=177005468124&ref=ts

Here are the notes I've written soon after Luke died. I prefer not to talk about it, so here it is.

on the 7th of may 2009 Our youngest Daughter A was screaming in her cot. she had been teething all week and i assumed that she was crying because of this so my husband said he would get her and while i continued to give two of our other children, j and je, a bath. i heard him calling out to me so i turned off the taps to the bath and ran into the lounge room. as i got in there he was coming through the other enterence to the loungeroom and told me that her arm was limp. i removed her jump suit on that side and saw that her arm was limp. i assumed it was dislocated.