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A home tragedy in Duxbury, Massachusetts, last Tuesday left three children dead, presumably at the hands of their mother.
Lindsay Clancy, a 32-year-old Massachusetts General Hospital worker, faces multiple charges in the deaths of her children, identified as 5-year-old Cora Clancy, 3-year-old Dawson Clancy, and 8-month-old Callan. Clancy.
Patrick Clancy, Lindsay’s husband and father of three children, remained silent in the days following the shocking incident, but released a statement on Saturday, speaking publicly for the first time.
In his statement, Patrick Clancy said he had already forgiven his wife and urged others to do the same, noting that the “real Lindsay” was loving and caring towards everyone. He also remembered each of his children, saying that Cora had an infectious laugh, Dawson’s best quality was his pure kindness, and that Callan was an incredibly happy, vibrant baby.
“My family was the best thing that ever happened to me. I am so proud to be Lindsay’s husband and father to Cora, Dawson and Callan,” he wrote. “They gave me a purpose and I never took that for granted. Now there’s a huge void where that purpose once was.”
Days after the deaths of her two brothers, an 8-month-old baby also died, reportedly at the hands of her mother.
Here is his full statement, released on Saturday, January 28:
Full Statement by Patrick Clancy
Thank you all for your love and support. The warmth I’ve received from the community is palpable and their generosity gives me hope that I can focus on some kind of healing. I’ve seen all of your messages and contributions, including some from people I haven’t seen in over a decade and many I’ve never met. I see and appreciate you all.
Many people have already said that they cannot imagine it and they are right, there is absolutely nothing that can prepare you. The shock and pain are excruciating and relentless. I am constantly reminded of them and with what little sleep I get, I dream about them over and over again. Any parent knows, it is impossible to understand how much you will love your children until you have them. The same goes for understanding the devastation of losing them. Cora, Dawson and Callan were the essence of my life and I am completely lost without them.
My family was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was very proud to be Lindsay’s husband and father to Cora, Dawson and Callan. I always remembered that every day with them was a new gift. Callan usually woke up first and rested his head on my shoulder for a few minutes as he adjusted to the morning. Dawson would usually sing or speak his thoughts out loud for a while before we went to pick him up. Cora was a big girl and she just walked down the stairs. I can still vividly picture her walking into the room each morning with her hair messed up and a smile on her face. We always started our days together, reading books, snuggling on the couch and playing with magnetic tiles. I loved taking them places, whether it was going to Chandler High School, vacations, skiing, boating or to Duxbury Beach, one of our favorite places in the world. They gave me a purpose and I never took it for granted. Now there is a huge void where that purpose used to be.
Cora had an infectious laugh and was incredibly beautiful. She was the cautious one, but it was actually because she was so affectionate. She used to say that she wanted to be a doctor and a mother when she grew up and would practice giving Callan check-ups. If she was leaving the house to go somewhere, she would choose someone to take care of Caroline and Charlotte, her dolls. She had all the doll accessories available, so her assistants were well equipped. Before turning 2, she was already wrapping them in perfect swaddling clothes. We would tell her that she is a “good mommy”. She loved all babies, real and pretend. She loved sloths, unicorns, tea parties, having lunch with grandma and grandpa, and giving people gifts. She knew all about princesses, her favorite was Sofia the First. She really loved her brothers and us and she always said it in her sweet voice. We did a lot of father-daughter activities together, like skiing and visiting San Francisco or just talking. I loved her, my firstborn, very much.
Dawson had beautiful, bold brown eyes that radiated friendship. He was naturally good-natured and generous beyond the norm of a typical child, always willing to share his toys with others. For all the love he received, he always reciprocated more. His best quality was his pure kindness. He loved trucks, tractors, dinosaurs, Paw Patrol, “workers” and being outside. He was adventurous and mischievous and enjoyed causing trouble, which he usually found hilarious. He was also remarkably smart. We’ve always said that if we don’t save enough for retirement, that’s fine – we’ll just live in Dawson’s guest house. He hugged me tighter than most adults and every night he would tell me in consistent words at bedtime, without fail, “goodnight Daddy, I love you.” We had a special bond from day one. He was my friend, my first child and truly a gift.
Callan was our easy going son. I always said it was because he was the third child – he had to adapt and he adapted easily. He was born with almost no problems and was our best sleeper by far. He was just an incredibly happy, vibrant baby, always smiling. Our nickname for him was “Happy Callan”. He was sitting alone and you could tell he was enjoying his growing independence as he would grab any object within reach. It would sometimes join my Microsoft calls in the background, playing games on its jumpy. I would keep my camera on, too proud to leave it off. He started saying “Dada” whenever I entered the room. The last moment we had together was our routine. I would come from my office at the end of the day and rock him between my legs as he laughed and smiled. If I was having a bad day, Callan always knew how to fix me. Maybe that’s why he waited a little longer – to spare me any pain he could. As excruciating as it was, I was lucky and grateful to feel his warmth until the last moment. Faith is my only hope to believe he felt mine.
Callan died with enormous courage despite being so small. Maybe it was his way of demonstrating what I need to do to move forward. I will always try to be inspired by him. He will always be my little hero.
I want to share some thoughts about Lindsay. Recently, she has been largely portrayed by people who never knew her and never knew who the real Lindsay was. Our marriage was wonderful and became diametrically stronger as her condition rapidly deteriorated. I was as proud to be her husband as I was to be a father, and I felt persistently lucky to have her in my life. I still remember the moment I saw her for the first time and I can remember how overwhelmed I was with the kind of love at first sight that you only see in the movies. It really wasn’t long before I was sure I wanted to marry her. We said “I love you” to each other several times a day, as if it were a reflex. We usually started each morning with a passionate hug, breathing a sigh of relief as if each of us had been given the perfect medicine. If a long time went by without a hug, she would look at me and ask, “Did you forget?” We mutually understood the reality that people can have bad days, but we had the rule that when one of us got lost, the other would always be there to bring him home, always. She loved being a nurse, but nothing compared to her intense love for our children and dedication to being a mother. It was everything she’d ever wanted. Her passion taught me how to be a better parent.
I want to ask all of you to find within yourselves Lindsay’s forgiveness, as I did. The real Lindsay was generously loving and caring to everyone – me, our children, family, friends and her patients. Her very soul fibers are loving. All I wish for her right now is that she can somehow find peace.
I promise that I will put all my energy into healing and rediscovering my purpose. I owe it to all of you, Duxbury firefighters and police, our compassionate healthcare workers, our local faith leaders, the Microsoft community and especially Cora, Dawson and Callan. I don’t know how or when I can do that, but your love and generosity will get me started. I know that love always wins.
Cora, Dawson and Callan, you have given me so much in your short time here. I don’t know if the pain will ever go away, but I will do my best to continue in his honor. Dadá loves you very much and will always remember you.
With love and infinite gratitude
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