07/10/2026
Three years ago today, I woke to the news from Israel and, like so many people, couldn’t look away.
More than 1,200 people were killed and 251 were taken from their homes, from a music festival, from kibbutzim where families had gone to bed thinking it was an ordinary Friday night.
Grandparents, babies, teenagers, soldiers barely out of school.
As a father, that is the part I keep returning to. Every one of those people had someone who waited for them to come home. For too many families, that wait ended in the worst possible way, and three years on, their grief hasn’t faded. It has just become part of how they live.
Through my work with Save a Child’s Heart, I’ve seen up close how much the people of Israel give to children everywhere, regardless of where they come from.
That makes today feel even heavier.
To the families who lost someone on 7 October, and to those who endured captivity: you are in my thoughts today. I can’t take any of the pain away, but I can make sure your loved ones are remembered.
May their memory be a blessing.