I never really knew my father. He died when I was eight. The news was devastating. Unbelievable. True to the spirit of the time, life carried on and I was back in school on Monday morning.
On a daily basis we encounter spiteful and malicious acts, witness unbearable moments of tragedy, experience pain, suffering and loss. In struggling to make sense of the things we do, the things which happen to us and the things we see around us, we use the word ‘evil’ as a way of talking about particularly intense, brutal or shocking examples of human behaviour. We continually strive to understand what, if anything, we can say and do about these things.
I never really knew my father. He died when I was eight. The news was devastating. Unbelievable. True to the spirit of the time, life carried on and I was back in school on Monday morning.