Sunday, July 22, 2012
Rest day - or rather, a day of quiet thoughts and remembrance. It's a year since the terrorist attacked our peaceful city and the beautiful island filled with happy young people on a summer camp.
The weather today has been like last year, pouring with rain, the sky is crying.
I've not been to the city but watched the ceremonies and the big memorial concert from home, thinking of those daughters and sons, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers who never came home. I've thought about my own father too, inevitably.
I'm moved and grateful for the music, poems, compassion, love and memories - a big part of today.
A young girl moved me so much when she sang on the island, only a short distance from where she watched her boyfriend get killed a year ago. I'll never forget it.
I'll never forget the special finale of the concert tonight, the city hall bells chiming a solo with the symphony orchestra. Magical.
Or the Boss making his appearance with Little Steven, singing "We shall overcome!".
Indeed we shall.