Late last night at an Ariana Grande concert in my hometown of Manchester, a suicide bomber detonated his bomb and killed a confirmed 22 people, with a further 50 or so being injured.
These people are children, teenagers and adults who only wanted to watch their favourite pop star perform. One of these people is my friend.
It sickens me now to think how excitedly she was talking about going, and how that excitement turned so quickly to fear.
My condolences to everyone who has lost someone in this attack, and to everyone who is still holding hope that their loved ones survived. I hope and pray with you.
Again, let me emphasise that these are children! People who had done nothing wrong, and still suffered.
I am so sorry. So dreadfully sorry. I am sorry that my friend is fine when so many aren't. I am sorry that this is the world that we live in. I am sorry that this has become normal. I am sorry that all I can do is offer you words of reassurance. Words that in the end mean nothing.
It doesn't feel right to move on. To brush it aside and continue with life...but that is all we can do. The world won't stop and let us get over it. And I'm sorry.
