i was 15 years old when i watched in horror the pandemonium that struck Hillsbrough, Sheffield. it was the second time i watched death in the masses in the space of 6 years. the first was Heysel, Belgium.
until today i have no words to describe those tragedies. but i know those observations have definitely left an indelible mark in my mind and soul. perhaps those two incidents have shaped my belief that any soul and life in the world is worth saving. there is no truly evil soul in this world, only ones that are living and those that are lost.
that i am sure of.
maybe i have no space for negative superlatives and adjectives for tragedy. its probably redundant. maybe during those times, only one word fills my head.
Hope.
i only have hope that for those who survived and those whose families experienced death, that they have the strength to carry on living.
and to live on is what we shall do.
I was lucky to have been able see my favorite football team perform at its peak in the 80s but it was fate that i was able to witness the incidents of Heysel and Hillsbrough on the tele.
i still have no words to describe those two fated nights but i still have hope.
on to live on is how we shall continue.
