The world lost its colour

I started this yesterday but didn’t get it finished. The news was all about the 7/7 London bombings which were 10 years ago can you believe?

I heard a lady being interviewed on the radio. Her son was one of the 52 people who died that day.

She said that in the days, months, years following that day it felt that all the colour had been drained from the world. That everything had a grey tinge to it. She was convinced that the world would never be colourful again to her.

She ended her story by saying that she was wrong. The world did regain its colour eventually.

What a hopeful thought.

I too felt that colours did indeed lose their vibrancy after losing my dad and my brother. That there was a constant tinge of dullness to the world.

I think I have been lucky having two small children during this time. Small things when noticed from the perspective of a bright-eyed toddler are awe-inspiring and wonderful. And very, very colourful!

Slowly but surely, things have been getting brighter. Not all things and not everyday, but maybe on the whole, things aren’t so grey.

If you feel that the colour in your world is monochromatic, have hope that it will return.

And try to spend some time with a toddler in a garden full of flowers and insects!

Love,

Bron x0x