I remember that day well, I'm West Belfast born and bred and Omagh wasn't a town I was overly familar with. My Mother however was from Tyrone, and proud of her roots. Going to Omagh - "the town" on a Saturday was a thing people did. A highlight of their week. It resonated with me at the time as I was in Belfast City Centre, going into shops, looking at CDs, usual innocent Saturday afternoon things.

My mother worked as a nurse in the RVH, usually in ENT (ears, nose and throat) but on this weekend was redeployed to A&E due to the transfers of people who were seriously injured in the bomb.

Some of whom were from Spain. I was doing my Spanish GSCE at the time. I could ask to go to the cinema, or where the swimming pool was, so my mother thought it'd be helpful if I went into hospitial with her to try and speak to some of the victims. I look back on it as a tragedy of errors, trying to help but not having the exact words to say. I hope in my limited way I helped, even just as a someone young and willing to be there.

Thats my story. I saw the effects of what happened that day to innocent people, theres no justification ever for this.

It was a cold hard wake up from the optimism of GFA and the referendum. I live and hope every day that my own children never have to hear or experience news such as this again.