Day 105. You'll never walk alone.

Forgive me but I'm going to break my rule today and post a picture that I haven't taken. 

My Nan had eleven children and there were reds and blues amongst them.  She was a red, so is my Dad. I remember watching a match with her when I was little and she popped a pair of red pants on her head for luck. It's alright they were clean. Like so many Liverpool families there was good humoured rivalry between the two sides and Derby days provided fond memories of much laughter; loud, boisterous, family days. When my Nan died they played 'You'll Never Walk Alone' at her funeral and the effect was profound. I'd sung that song so many times in the past but from then on its meaning was deeply rooted.

I think this painting by Mackenzie Thorpe captures the mood of today beautifully - I hope he doesn't mind me pinching this image. I'm a Scouser, it's par for the course obviously.

As I've already posted, twenty four years ago today friends and family headed off to a football match at Hillsborough. Luckily for me they all came home but for them it's a day they will never forget. Each year I feel the bond with my home city and get in touch with the people I love who were there that day. I want them to know that they, and the people they lost, are in my thoughts. 

You'll never walk alone. Find my Nan. She's the one with the pants on her head.