I woke up at 3:30am Monday night to see the news about the Manchester attack. Half asleep I could not really process what I was seeing before my eyes.
Having fallen back to sleep, I woke up again around 6am and again struggled to process what it was I was seeing.
The more I read, the more I see, the more I get upset. For me, and I’m sure all of you, the hardest thing for me to get my head around is why? Why would someone do this? How can someone have so much hatred in their heart and head to even THINK to do this, let alone carry the attack out.
I have been in tears reading about what’s happened, I cannot even try to watch the news and many videos being circulated. Those poor people went out to lose themselves in music for the night and some ended up losing their lives. The youngest victim announced so far is only 2 1/2 years older than my precious Godson Oscar and my heart breaks to even THINK of him going through anything like this – I can’t even imagine what her parents are feeling.
Ariana herself tweeted a short while after saying
I can imagine she is feeling guilty as hell that she chose tonight to play her show because if there had been no show then there may have been no attack (for the record I don’t believe this is true, I think it would have happened regardless).
What I hope Ariana, and more so all families of the victims take comfort in is that the majority of these people had just had the time of their lives. They had spent the evening laughing and singing and dancing and loving every second of it.
I always look for the light in the dark times and in the press we can see them everywhere – from the taxi drivers offering free lifts home, the hotels taking in children, the beautiful hero that is Chris Parker – the homeless man who rushed to help and cradled someone as they died, so they didn’t die alone, the citizens of Manchester turning up to donate blood throughout today so that the hospitals would have enough supplies if needed, everyone that has donated to the fund for the victims… there are lights everywhere.
Manchester, I applaud you. Your residents have really shown what they’re made of in your hour of need. You have once again shown that we the people will not be beaten, we will continue to stand tall and extend hope and love to our neighbours – no matter their colour or creed.
As with any attack like this it will take time to heal, it will take time to fully process and, for want of a better phrase, move on from it. The community will never quite be same, if only because there are 22 souls missing from their streets, from their homes and from their lives. Really, I don’t think it is something any of us can move on from.
My heart breaks for anyone and everyone effected. I’m truly sorry.
Everyone has been very vocal about the attack and their opinions on it, I won’t document them here because, well you have google. All I will do is quote Harry Styles who spoke about it onstage in Mexico
“…choose love every single day”
It’s what the world needs.
Manchester, we’re with you.