Last night I started watching 'The Killing' with darling hubsy - we do like a bit of crime drama. Being a touch on the hormonal side, I felt myself welling up at parts, just imagining how awful the situation would be. Losing a child - there are no words...
Today, watching the footage in Norway, I can only imagine the horror of all those parents whose children are on Utoya Island. It brings back memories of Dunblane, Columbine and the nightmare moments when you wake up in a sweat in the middle of the night and have to creep in and take some time to watch your own children breath, deep in peaceful sleep.
I'm not a religious person but tonight a quiet word will go to the Big Man for children here, there and everywhere and for parents who have to face that paralysing nightmare for real.
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