Don’t be fooled

In the days after Rosie died , I sometimes used to find myself alone in the front room ,just sitting staring at the images on the television screen .It was all a bit of a blur , I wasn’t watching anything in particular .But the only thing I remember was seeing a Father picking up his dead 8 year old, son -who had just been murdered in the Gaza Strip , and even though I was in a terrible state ,I wept for him ,his son ,for me and for Rosie – we were all the same .

And now those atrocities are happening again and seeing them jettisons me right back to December 2008 and I feel the pain for them and us ,just as much as I did then .It doesn’t go away ,it doesn’t get better .I have just learned to live with it inside me.

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