Nearly Here

Please excuse me if this post is rubbish and nonsensical.

It is starting to sink in that (almost) 12 months have passed since Western Europe's first suicide bomb attack. Since the biggest attack on London since the second World War. Since four young men decided Since countless people's lives changed. Since I felt the full force of a bomb and was injured. Since people inches away from me lost their lives.

Since my wife received a babbling phonecall from me saying "I was in it.. I'm sorry, I've lost the wedding ring" when I had a gaping hole in my leg. Since my wife travelled down from Huddersfield in a car only to see the quite frightening sign "Avoid London. Area Closed". Since my wife spent five hours not knowing where I was following my phonecall as I didn't know where I was going to end up. Since my family (including my 80 year old Nana) came down to London from Sunderland not really knowing what to expect.

This week has been harder than most, for sure - it has been hard not because I am thinking of my own injuries, but for the people who did not make it. For their families. The anniversary effect is definitely active.

I am also thinking of everyone who lost their limbs and the fact they now have a daily struggle through absolutely no fault of their own as well as the fact that they have to struggle financially - it simply should not be happening. No excuses. NONE. This also goes for bereaved families who have lost not only loved ones but wage earners (this extends, for me, way beyond the 7th of July - it should go for anyone involved in any act of terrorism wherever it is).

I seem to be bouncing from subject to subject so will post something else tomorrow (if I can). In the meantime I will make dinner (or tea as I normally call it - I am from the North after all), put on some music and keep one eye on the football.