52 Victims Remembered

Three years ago today, Al-Qaeda struck at the heart of London with homicide bombs in 2 rail stations and one city bus that killed 52 people and wounded countless others.

52 innocent people going about their lives at the end of their morning commute - heading to their jobs, some perhaps on their way home from working a late night shift. Each one leaving family and friends in deep grief. 

I know all too well what that feels like. Losing someone you cared about to terrorism is a different kind of grief. It's not just the loss itself - it's a grief that has no answer. No reason. It's a death that haunts you with unanswered questions about what happened and how they died.

It's a burden that is public; you can't ever really grieve in private when the name of a loved one is on some horrible list, read out loud every year, wrapped up in a nation's grief.

Just telling someone how your loved one died can be a nightmare as they now realize they have been touched by terrorism, even in the most peripheral of ways. It's a club no one wants to join.

I honor the victims of the July 7, 2005 London bombings - we all need to go on as the message at right indicates. Live our lives to the fullest, never miss a moment to tell people we love them.

And bring it - hard - to those who would attempt to destroy us.

Comments

[Buck]

Well said, and I agree completely... most especially with your last sentence.