Words, at least my words, are not enough when it comes to describe what happened in Southport today. Innocent children murdered, critically injured, traumatised for life – what do I have to offer them?
Just my thoughts, my love, my hope that, somehow, those who survive and their loved ones, someday, somehow, get to see a brighter day.
I just want a bit more love in the world, that’s all. A little more kindness. I’m not even going to lay into the Archbishop of Canterbury, who has nothing more than prayers to a God who wasn’t there to offer, because, in his way, he had nothing more than love and prayers to offer.
This isn’t Dunblane, but it feels like it. I looked up to the blue skies and wondered why they weren’t grey, or even black. The senseless attacks on the most innocent people of them all just left me thinking: what has the world come to? What have we become? What is the point anymore? But then, I remembered that you, dear reader, feel just like I do. That almost no one would do what someone did today. We have heard about pure evil, yet we are most of us better, infinitely better, than that.
It will get worse. We will learn the identities of the killed and the wounded. We will see their families whose lives will be ruined. It is one of those terrible events where time isn’t a healer. Evil wins the first round.
I watched Sky News on a loop, almost, hoping in a way that what I was seeing and hearing might not be so bad when we found out further details. But it was worse, much worse.
Am I alone in feeling this way? The other news stories faded away. The trivia of life faded away, at least until tomorrow. And tomorrow, for me, will end up being just another day. For the victims and their families, hell arrived today and it won’t leave for a very long time, maybe never.
