This is not what I was planning to write my newest post on – but in lieu of what happened monday night I think its an important to talk about it.
As I am sure you are all aware – there was a terrible attack at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester Monday night where a suicide bomber killed 22 people and injured countless more. For additional details I would encourage you to look at BBC News or CNN as they have the most accurate and up to date information.
Thankfully Steve and I were home safe in our beds when we first heard about the attack. Manchester is about 3.5 hours north of us, and it being so late there weren’t a lot of details. Like the most of the UK, we awoke Tuesday morning to learn of the horror and extent of the attack. Information flooded our phone, the morning news and the radio. The information was arriving thick and fast – the number of bodies, who did it, how the city and country was reacting.
Not being english and being here for such a tragic event is a feeling that is hard to explain. A part of you feels totally disconnected from the events – maybe because we knew we didn’t know anyone there. Another part of you feels guilty for not being british because you know the fingers will likely be pointed at outsiders like yourself and you feel like you can’t relate to the tragedy. Relief and guilt are among the mixed feelings – relief the bomber wasn’t from my country, relief it happened here and not in the US where our friends or family could have been hurt but also guilt for feeling those things. Feeling scared – this was a terror attack and now the county you live in is on high alert because something else might happen.
But overall, beyond all the emotions and the mixed weird feeling, you feel sad. Sad that it happened, sad you can’t do more, sad for those who lost their lives, sad for the families who have a huge hole in their lives. You feel sad because you can close your eyes and remember back to September 11th 2001 – you remember exactly where you were and who told you and every tiny detail from that day. You know what it feels like to be a part of a nation in mourning. And so today – at 11 BST, I took a moment of silence for the victims and their families. I stood in solidarity, not with my countrymen, but with my fellow human beings to remember and pray for the victims.
I ask – if you’re reading this blog, take a moment out of your day to remember these wonderful people who lost their lives so tragically. And if you want to do more take a look at somethings you can do to help here.