Part of the shock of Liverpool's trophy parade crash was that it could have been anyone's family or friends hurt.
My son and young granddaughter were in the city to witness what had been a joyous occasion and my first instinct when the news broke was to check they were alright.
After we spoke, I had this strange mix of personal relief my loved ones weren't involved but a sickening feeling in my stomach that others were injured, some seriously.
New details were coming in when I was on air for a Monday evening radio show and I have to admit it was one of the hardest to do, because of the pain and the futility at that point of speculating how it had happened.