…that I love London town.”
This song from my childhood played on a loop in my head, as I walked towards and through the London Bridge and Borough area of London on Tuesday evening, just 3 days after the horrible attack on Saturday night, to catch a train.
I bathed in the friendliness of all the other commuters making their unfamiliar way to London Bridge, around the taped-off areas of the attack. Unfamiliar because the normal route was inaccessible in the aftermath of the attack. We joined together to figure out where the detour went and what the best route might be.
Individually many of us approached some of the many police officers and thanked them for their work, their courage, their dedication.
I saw the growing piles of flowers, and witnessed others adding their tributes.
I felt very emotional, remembering that my son had passed through that very area just 10 minutes before the attack. How easily we could have been one of the grieving families. How easily we still could be.
Life can change in a split second.
We carry on, we live our lives. We can choose to ensure that events like this bring us closer together, not pull as apart. We have more in common than divides us, for sure.
I’m proud to say I’m a Londoner through and through, even though it’s years since I lived there.
I bloody love London.
Choose hope not hate.