This morning when I got up I had great plans for uploading some recent photos to the blog. But then I looked at the date, and a lot of the push left me.
Instead I have spent most of today thinking back on Omagh and the bomb that went off ten years ago.
Of the thirty one lives lost that day.
The saddest thing I ever heard was a man on the radio news this afternoon telling how while he was out in one town buying flowers for his wife's birthday, she was in Omagh with thier pregnant daughter and their 18 month old grand-daughter. All three generations lost.
And for what....