I clicked on this page without hesitation, but then I thought, why would I look at this, it will be 56 photos of pure grief, raw emotion and complete and utter sadness from those who have lost loved ones. Why would I want to see this?
I sat here, in the waiting area of a busy bus station in London, for a few minutes just thinking what on earth motivates me, and others, to look at this sort of thing, even why would you stand around taking pictures of what is an incredibly personal moment. Maybe it was to recognise how short life is, maybe it would make me realise just how much I love my family and friends, maybe I get some unconscious pleasure from seeing people going through pain, to make me feel better about my life. I really don’t know.
Needless to say, I looked at the photos, and cried the whole way through. A woman even came up to me and asked me if I was okay, I just looked at her, without saying anything, hoping maybe some words would come out and make sense of a 20 year old guy sitting in public crying, or she would for some reason look at me and realise what I was crying about.
Even more baffling, now i’m on my coach and going back to university, I realised if anything ever popped up like this again, showing grief and sadness at the scene of any other atrocity or disaster, i would look at it again.
What the bloody hell is wrong with us.