I was on holidays when it happened and that was strange. Feeling so far away from something that also felt so incredibly close. Normally, before the brutal attack that ended six lives and affected countless more, I would have popped up to Westfield the day after I came home. I had errands to do, some shoes to return but more than that, I go to Westfield as a form of rest and recreation and respite. I’m always pulled there. It’s my third place. It’s not work, it’s not home.
Reading through tears, your writing is a reminder of the pain that we so quickly forget as we move on to the next tragedy. Your words are beautiful and painful. Thank you for sharing xx
In a world where we all seem to have words for everything I am stunned by how hard it is to find the words for this tragedy. Thank you for putting in writing how we all feel.
That was a beautiful story from your heart, fully empathising with all those where were there that day, especially the ones that lost their lives
Showing stuff, but as you say most people are good.
Overwhelmingly sad Mia
You just said it all without sentimentality
Thank you🩵
Reading through tears, your writing is a reminder of the pain that we so quickly forget as we move on to the next tragedy. Your words are beautiful and painful. Thank you for sharing xx
In a world where we all seem to have words for everything I am stunned by how hard it is to find the words for this tragedy. Thank you for putting in writing how we all feel.
Beautifully and respectfully reflected 🖤
So beautifully written Mia.
This is beautiful. Thank you for writing it.