Today’s post is dedicated to Manchester, England. The bombing of the arena was a horrible thing to do. As someone who lives in the United States, I know all too well how such an attack can rattle the whole country. (On September 11, 2001, I had a daughter in New York City and in Washington, DC. It is a day I will never forget.)
As is the case with all such attacks, the Manchester bombing was just plain evil, bringing tragedy, pain, and death to what should have been a joyful event. I suppose that was the whole point. But what a vile, cowardly act to target children.
The one consoling note to this catastrophe was hearing on the radio about the kindness and generosity of the people who live in Manchester. A cab company gave free rides to shaken survivors. People took strangers into their home. There is indeed a coming together when such a tragic event occurs.
What follows will be a time of grieving and sorrow.
Manchester, my heart goes out to you.