My daughter and I were in the city at the exact time that guy shot and killed Brendan Keeler and injured the Dutch backpacker in William St Melbourne in 2007. We turned the corner into William St and saw Brendan's body on the ground. It was awful. Journo's and reporters were literally running to the scene. It was chaos. We decided to go home and as no trams were running we walked down the escalators into the next underground station and we were the only people waiting for a train. Later that night I became hysterical, crying, due to shock. I sent a sympathy card to Brendan's place of work, to his family. I felt involved in some weird way.
My daughter and son-in-law were living in London when the London bombings occured. I was desperate trying to get in contact with her but couldn't get through, nor could she, for hours. Thank God they were both ok but my son-in-laws best friend was killed on the bus that was bombed. It was very sad. I won't tell the full story out of respect to those who grieve his loss.
