Today, I drove an empty car to Manchester and returned home with a car full of empty hearts. I picked up four boys and five bags. Manchester, I love you but todays brief meeting was more akin to a reconciliation of wronged friends. It was brief and we barely looked each other in the eye. My son Calum and his friends were enjoying a hogmanay break which ended in tragedy. It could have happened to any of them, if we examine our own past, Im sure there are times when it could have happened to us. Some weeks ago, I wrote about the relief I felt on hearing that my kids were ok when the tragedy in Glasgow ripped our city apart, and the subsequent guilt which ensued on the realisation that someone elses life was destroyed. Today, those emotions were tenfold. I set off this morning on a seven hour return trip to Manchester to bring my boy and some of his pals home. I would have driven to Milan to do the same. And all the time I thought of Kyles parents and their journey home. I thought of nothing else. I have no words of comfort, how can you? All I can say is, my thoughts are with you. I arrived home, Ceri was inconsolable. Life is cruel at times, and yesterday was very cruel. A young life taken too soon.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 19:12:33 +0000