So, a year has passed since you blew yourself up in the Manchester Arena.
The world has fully spun on its axis, as it always does.
365 days have come and gone, as they always do.
The shock has dissipated
Heartfelt tributes have been made
Amazing amounts of funds have been raised
Broken hearts have been bandaged as best they can
Good has prevailed
People have rallied
Strangers have come together in love
Songs have been sung
Memories have been shared
Names were forever etched in history…
Yours wasn’t one of them
I genuinely cannot, for the life of me, remember your name.
I am guessing that wasn’t your plan.
Oh, and we haven’t once looked back in anger either…