That photograph of the father sitting next to the covered body of his child is ripping me apart. The grief and horror but I think more importantly the guilt – because how can a parent not protect his child in that situation – survivors guilt.
And then how can any person just drive through scores and scores of people without a pang of sympathy or guilt or empathy? What type of person is that? Is it drugs? Can it really only be religion?
I’ve walked on that promenade, I felt the freedom of being in a city with a great climate and not having a moment’s doubt or fear. One of my most treasured memories are of sitting on the harbour wall in Nice eating a blanco pizza and sharing a Coke with Hubby. Will that sense of freedom and security ever be back in Nice and more importantly France?
How can a person drive over children?
And then the horror of the shootings and retaliation in America?
I just can’t make sense of our world at the moment…