Last Wednesday I took my wife to the airport to say goodbye for a while. She went through the gate and I went on my way feeling sad.
I had trouble sleeping that night so when I got home I did a few errands and fell asleep for a while.
I woke up in the evening and was told that there was a terorist attack. I felt slightly angry. Then I found out that my wife's flight was cancelled and she was still here in the UK so I went to see her one last time. A bit surreal because I thought she was half way home.
The thing that dawned on me was realising that me and my wife were in the place where the attack took place the previous day, on Tuesday. And we walked on Westminster bridge at least twice before. We could have been killed on that day. We were lucky.
Her flight the next day was successful and she got home in time to see her Brother in law's birthday party.
Today I am grateful that we were not violently killed or injured because it could have happened.