Heartache. It happens every time I hear of children being hurt, abused or killed. It happened way before we had Jake and the stories always tap into that part of me that is driven to work with young people to help them make a difference to the world around them. However, since we had Jake, the stories just strike that much harder. The news coming across from Boston of an 8 year old boy being killed in the explosions as he watched the marathon is still bringing a tear to my eye and making my heart break for his family. I don't know if being a father myself allows me more on a insight as to what it could feel like to lose a child, or if it perhaps makes me think about how much it would hurt if Jake was to be taken from us in such a cruel fashion.
I have no idea what the bombers were trying to achieve, but I hope that somewhere in their consciousness they have even the slightest notion of the horror, heartache and pain that they are putting unknown people through by killing innocent people, in particularly a child who has no part in any fight or cause.
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