Tricordant’s team assistant, Emma Engstrom, writes an open letter to her son reflecting on the impact of the horrific attack that took place in Manchester on Monday,
To my son,
I write to you in a time of confusion, of fright and of heartbreak. The sun streams through my window and I am comforted by the fact that you are safe and well. You are probably getting up to mischief at nursery, wrestling the girls and showing off to the staff. You are my bright boy yet at this moment in time I worry for your future.
Yesterday (Monday 22nd May 2017) 22 people were killed, 59 injured after a suspected suicide bomber detonated a home-made device at the end of a concert by US singer Ariana Grande at Manchester Arena.
Terrorist attacks are not uncommon at the moment. We live in a world where people use aggression to achieve their means. We cannot put up our hands and say that we are innocent of this.
I have heard documented many cases of terror. I remember watching footage of planes crashing into the twin towers, surrounded by school friends and confused at what was happening. That was an atrocity. This attack is an atrocity, and one that has hit me harder than most. The reason, my darling boy, is you.
Human beings are selfish at their core and the most important thing in my life is you. You are my concern. Your future and wellbeing my utmost priority. And this attack has struck me hard as children were targeted. Ariana Grande’s fan base is young and many of the victims are children. And so, it comes to pass that even the innocent are not safe. No one is off limits.
What does this mean for your future? I am afraid my darling, at the very least, it means you will have a concerned, overbearing mother worrying over your activities. I hope this fear will pass you by and you will operate in a beautiful state of ignorance, but I know that this cannot be the case. To be ignorant is to not respect those we have lost. To not be safe. To not be vigilant. You will have to know what kind of world you live in.
Traditional past times that your father and I enjoyed will be darkened by this fear. What world will you grow up in? Will you be able to attend school and learn and play without fear that a classmate may turn their aggression fatally against you and others? Will you be able to go shopping in busy cities, loitering with your friends, confident that no harm shall befall you? Will you be able to attend the concert of the recent teen sensation, dancing on cheap plastic chairs, high from the exhilaration of the loud music and not worry about what awaits you? I pray, I hope, I wish that you will.
Nonetheless, there are reasons to take heart my love. The warm sun, the laugh of your child, the kindness of the many and the knowledge of feeling loved. Today I may feel bleak but what I can promise you is that I will raise you with goodness in your heart and enjoyment in the world. I will try not to give in to this fear.
I love you.