I don't expect this post will make a lot of sense as I've worked 15 hours today, but I wanted to write something. It was a national day of mourning in Belgium. There is very little one can say about such tragedy without sounding trite or facile. As I currently spend the whole day looking after small people who are not mine, it makes me realise what an enormous responsibility it is, and how precious they are, and how fragile.
As I walked through the forest this morning with The Boy gently drowsing, a local church bell tolled slowly 28 times. In the park this afternoon I hugged The Girls and sang to them while, covered in yoghurt, they climbed all over me, giggling.
You are so right - an unbearable, painful thing to have happened - and it affects us all, especially if we have children or work closely with them. I agree about the difficulty of finding words - but you found two good ones in 'precious' and 'fragile'. Keep hugging. Ax
ReplyDeleteSo terribly sad, my heart goes out to all the families involved, both those of the children and the six adults who also died, as you said Jane there simply aren't words.
ReplyDeleteI find it too difficult to write or talk about this tragedy. I cannot imagine what the parents are going through.
ReplyDeleteYou found just the right words Jane xxx
I thought of you straight away, when I first heard about the tragedy. Your words are perfect. x
ReplyDeleteThe weird thing was I kind of forgot until I heard the bells. And then I knew it wasn't the normal bell for 11 o'clock (the o'clocks are tinkly). It was slow, and went on, and on.
ReplyDeleteEveryone's nightmare.
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