This morning I had to send my 16 year old son to school, hoping that none of his friends or their family were involved in the Manchester bombing last night in our home town.
I was frantically checking my phone and Facebook, hoping no one we knew were involved in last night’s terror attack.
Today there will so many people trying to contact friends and family, frantically phoning round anyone that might have been at the Ariana Grande concert or nearby. Like us, there will be so many people relieved that their loved ones are safe. But, there’s going to be so many who aren’t as lucky. There’s going to be so many people that are absolutely devastated and heartbroken to realise that someone they know, someone they love went out for an amazing night and won’t be coming home.
I can’t even bare to think what they are going through. My heart aches for all those people that have lost their mum or dad, their son or daughter, their brother, sister, auntie or uncle, friends or family.
This morning I had to send my son to school knowing other parents out there won’t be able to send theirs to school ever again. That their beautiful boy or girl, their child, their world, won’t ever coming home again.
22 people died last night and 119 are injured.
For religion? For fear?
22 people died last night for absolutely no reason
This morning I had to send my kids to school knowing we live on such a beautiful planet but in such an ugly world