12 years ago today there was a fire, and after that our lives changed forever, in different ways for all of us.
In the beginning we all remembered, every year, together. As the years passes by it become less and less together and more apart.
I remembered when the Tsunami happened, I remembered when Utøya happened, you remember because it is same, same but different. There are the crying people, there are the flowers, and there are the messages that no one will forget.
People forget, by the end only few remember, and you remember more sometimes and sometimes you don’t remember at all because life goes one, just with fewer people in it. Other people. Other places.
Then we remember again, today we remember again, at least some of us do. Some people are never forgotten!