Is not a word usually associated with Northern Ireland, unfortunately, but as you state in your NYT piece, a fitting word for that Tuesday. Bono, you put to words so eloquently the significance of the moment, as usual. I don't believe there is ever closure to the loss of a loved one, especially under extradordinary circumstances; but healing is what can bring grace to us. I hope this is the start of that healing process for all the people of N. Ireland.

Bono: I liked your article in The New York Times about The Saville Report on Bloody Sunday because it made me feel that people from Derry are not invisible. I was twelve years old on January 30, 1972, in Derry. The march was exciting. Hundreds of people, cold sunny afternoon. Hats, scarves, gloves. Girls chatting, giggling. Fellas checking them out. I was scared on the soldiers that day because they had red berets and the soldiers I was used to had black berets. There was something electric in the air. I was playing with my friend Paddy when the first shot rang out. We were three block away on Queen Street, playing. Little boys. Paddy said, "Rubber bullets." The CS gas blew over our houses, our eyes stung. Our throats closed up. Like swallowing vinegar with a sore throat. "Crack, crack, crack. Crack." I said, "That's real shooting. Not just rubber bullets. Real bullets." He went home. I went home. The city was silent. Mammy was making tea. Mrs. McCabe, our neighbor, came running in the front hall, screaming, crying, "Sadie! Sadie!" she called out to my mother in the kitchen, "The soldiers shot dead a crowd of weans [children] over in Glenfada Park." Mammy turned on the radio. I went outside to look at the sky. It was getting dark. The sky was clear. There was a terrible quiet on the city.

AN INTERSTING COLUMN TO UNDERSTAND HISTORY AND THE CONFLICTS IN (N)-IRELAND. HERE WHERE I LIVE IN OLDENZAAL, THE NETHERLANDS IT`S QUIT: WE LIVE IN PEACE TOGETHER: CATHOLICS, PROTESTANT, MOSLIM AND A LOT OF OTHER RELIGONS: WE ARE HERE A POSITVE EXAMPLE FOR EUROPE AND THE REST OF THE WORLD: TALK TO EACH OTHER AND LISTEN TO EACH OTHER! STOLEN FROM BONO: MY SPIRITAL-LEADER AND INSPIRATOR TO GO ON WITH MY GOALS: ELEVATION! SEE YOU MABY IN HANNOVER THIS YEAR AND WILL BRING MY LIGHT WITH ME: LIHGT MY WAY AND GOD BLESS! LOVE AND LIHGT FROM THE VERTIGO-HUNTER: DETLEV LASSCHE, OLDENZAL CITY, THE NETHERLANDS. (MISS YOU SUGAR)!

I just read the article. It is articulated very well. You can almost see the event unfold in your mind, even though it happened before I was born & in a country I've never been to. Bravo Bono! Bravo!

In a world where we never hear politicians say two simple words, "I'm sorry", this event was miraculous. It will never give back the lives that were lost on that day in 1972, but we can honor them by doing all we can to bring about peace in the world. The work that each and every one of us does makes the world that much more peaceful. Let us join together to bring about change.

Your New York Times column today brought me tears. I am blessed with a healthy father. I wish you a lovely Father's Day today. This graceful, dignified and simple moment in Northern Ireland's history would make my cousin Joe and Senator Kennedy very proud. They are looking down from heaven with a smile. I hope that you will keep writing about this new change. Thank you taking the time to so lyrically and beautiful putting your words to ink.