More Than Photographs – On Manchester


Tired? Yes, I am. I thought I’d found a home

But life in the city is dark and it’s dirty
So I guess I have to go away?

Lonely? Yes, I am. No one knows my name
I’m lost in a place where no one has a face
So I guess, I guess I have to go away?

….If I’m looking for a river that goes on forever
I guess I have to go away.

Saying goodbye is not easy. How will I ever explain?
Everything looks just like cardboard pictures falling apart in the rain.

From “I’ll Have to Say Goodbye”    Kerry Chater and Renee Armand    Skylark  Album arranged by David Foster

This week has been filled with pain. Literally, I have been struggling with an abscessed tooth. I’d had a root canal that didn’t work, and this week when the abscess returned, I had to have it pulled. The entirety of this process has been exceptionally painful at times.

But the literal pain has not held a candle to the pain I felt when I learned about the bombing at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester.

You see they showed pictures. Face after face, photograph after photograph, teens, mothers, adults and kids….Saffie Rose, age eight. My heart stopped upon seeing her, captured by the picture of this raven-haired, brown-eyed, red-lipped innocent.

I have four grandchildren. Three are granddaughters. Two of them are teens now, leaving childhood behind all too fast, concerts attended, many still to go…they could have been there. The other is raven-haired and brown-eyed, yet to attend a concert, but into music on YouTube.

And every time I looked at the photographs, one-dimensional representations of formerly living, loving, breathing, giggling, happy young people, whose lives were cut-off all too early at a moment of excitement, I knew that pictures and memories were all their families would have left of these vibrant souls. And, though my pain was as limited as the pictures, mere reflections and reverberations to the excruciating, unimaginable pain felt by their families, all week the echoes of those losses have rippled through my consciousness.

How do you say goodbye to a child who will never get to say goodbye to childhood?

When Caroline and Catherine, our eldest granddaughters, began to grow up, I used to tease them that I was going to get a brick and put a ribbon on it and tie it under their chins so that they would never get bigger. I was joking, of course, teasing them a bit about how quickly they were growing, but knowing I would miss the moments when little girls snuggled against me listening to stories.

But growing up is infinitely more than getting taller…and every child should be able to experience it, all of it, with its successes and losses, with its achievements and failures, with its loves and heartbreaks.

Every parent’s job is nurturing the blossoming of the amazing potential in their child, encouraging their fledgling flights toward freedom and independence. I imagine there were many first time concert goers in Manchester and those going for the first time without a parent. There was also a young couple in love, a teenage girl and her step-father, some mothers and a Polish mom and dad killed while waiting to pick up their daughters, vigilant about being there to meet them, to take them home safely, who had no idea they were about to become pictures in the paper.

Earlier this week an English friend, Clive Pilcher did a blog post themed around Manchester and Taylor Swift’s song Never Grow Up, that really moved me. [Clive Swift link ] It reminded me of that feeling – the one I had captured in my brick comments. It kept snatches of songs stealing through my mind. Most parents hate seeing their children grow up at least as often as they wonder and rejoice at it. So, too, grandparents. But Manchester made me realize that the only thing that is sadder than children growing up, getting independent and moving on into their own lives, is if they can’t.

“The times are out of joint” says Hamlet at the death of his father. They are now in Manchester and in any place touched by terror. How can a 22 year-old call his mother to say goodbye and ask her to “forgive me” as he sets out to keep other parents and children from ever having a final goodbye? Asking for forgiveness “for anything I did wrong”…he must have at least questioned himself if he what he was about to do was wrong, and somewhere inside known that no parent should ever have to say goodbye to their child.

The world is out of joint.

And where does that leave the rest of us? Where does it leave me? You? Do we turn the page – let the pictures recede until the cardboard of these memories melts into the stream of time?

I say that to pay honor to the lost, we have to embrace peace. That does not mean I don’t think all who participated in this atrocity should not be brought to justice. I do, but we have to try to communicate better than our politicians do that the world will never be a better place for any one when bombs are falling or being detonated. We need to sink our teeth into that idea like Churchill’s bulldog and not let go as long as a religion is treated as if every Muslim is a terrorist…no more true than every Christian is a plundering Crusader or member of the Klan. In respectful, not hateful ways, we need to stand up and speak out.

We, the people, the mothers, the fathers, the grandfathers, the Nanas, have to embrace each other and love each other and hold on tight to our children, and never say Goodbye again.

A Link to Skylark’s I’ll Have to Go Away

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About joanneeddy

Writer living in North Carolina. Originally from upstate New York. I love my family, my community, and my friends, and embrace 'living deliberately' in the world, trying to make a difference. I have written an as yet unpublished book, The Call, an epic fantasy with historical fiction and folklore elements. My blog is for other writers, for those who love a good read, and for all who, like me, are looking to find and live their call.
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10 Responses to More Than Photographs – On Manchester

  1. Clive says:

    A lovely piece, Jo. Thanks for the mention. I think all parents will have suffered this week over what happened in Manchester. Take care x

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  2. thejuicenut says:

    We as a nation have done just that. We are doing what we Brits do best, standing together and carrying on. This weekend the Manchester Games are taking place as normal. A few days ago, there was a vigil in the centre of Manchester where a lone woman in the crowd began singing the Oasis song ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ and the crowd joined in. A couple of days later, several hundred Muslims held a march, carrying signs condemning the attack and expressing solidarity with those affected while non-Muslim residents and shopkeepers applauded. There have been many acts and words of defiance and determination that these people will never make us turn against each other, rather they bring us closer together.
    Thank you, Joanne.

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  3. Robyn Haynes says:

    A very poignant post Jo. We all feel the pain.

    Like

  4. I too feel deep pain, but also deep resolve to insist on peace, pray for peace, work for peace, and live for peace.

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  5. Osyth says:

    Beautifully wrought post. As humans it is hard to understand what on earth motivates such a devastating attack, as parents we grieve with those that lost their babies, as children we wonder what our own parents would do if faced with the news that they have outlived their child as a result of one young mans actions. As humankind we have to do exactly as Oasis instruct us, we must not look back in anger. Ever. However hard. Thank you for this.

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