Jesse, my 7 year old, just asked me why I looked so sad.
I told him I was thinking about a mum who had lost her babies.
I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Jesse put his arms around me and rubbed my back and told me to lie down and keep crying until I felt a bit better.
So I did. I cried and cried. I cried for those parents who lost their three precious children. It is unbearable. It is unthinkable. It is impossible. How broken they must be. My teeth hurt from the ache I feel for them. How broken they must be.
Nothing much matters today. A family is suffering.