I’ve never visited France.
I’ve never walked the streets of Paris.
I’ve never watched a show at the Bataclan.
I’ve never cheered on a team at the Stade de France.
I’ve never had a meal or drink at Le Petit Cambodge, Le Carillon, Cafe Bonne Biere, La Belle Equipe or Comptoir Voltaire.
And yet, it hurts.
It can’t be rationalized or understood.
My thoughts and prayers continue to be with all who were affected by the events which took place on Friday.