There is a terrible dissonance that runs through the centre of every disaster. In order to start to heal and recover, and particularly to help our children, we have to find ways to travel forward. To put other items on the news. To build fun back into the calendar...

But to the grieving and to survivors and to responders this always feels too soon. It always feel like we don’t care. It feels like we are forgetting and disrespecting. Shoving the numbers lower on each news bulletin. The balance feels wrong.

But “recovering” is almost entirely fuelled by hope. Commemoration and memorialisation will come but first we have to start to give our children something to live for. To borrow from Solnit, it’s time to build a paradise from this hell.