M has been found dead. I think it’s the news we were all expecting, but dreading. I didn’t know him personally, but he’s a good friend of my sister’s and her group of friends.
How do you begin to process that someone in their 20s has died? It’s bad enough to think of someone dying in their 20s from illness, but to live forever knowing the cause of your friend’s death was a bomb, and not in a war zone but in the foyer of a concert arena, how do you begin to accept that?
I feel for L, I really do. It is bad enough to have been through this kind of trauma and come out the other side, but to go as a group of 4 and come home as a group of 3, how do you cope with that? How do you move forward with your life knowing that they never will?
My heart is broken for the state of this world. It is devastating to think that humans are doing this to humans in the name of religion, or politics, or whatever they choose to do this for. At the end of the day we’re all just people. And we’re completely destroying each other.
Xx
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