Olivia Marbun

The grass and trees stretching from Anfield Road to Walton Breck Road have been coated with an immeasurable scale of love, grief, care, empathy, appreciation and respect for Diogo Jota and André Silva. The handwritten notes, the stuffed animals left by small children wanting to share their source of comfort, the scarves, shirts, flags, the handmade frames, flowers, gaming controllers, paintings, cutouts; a sea of memories and moments… The respectful silence is only pierced by sniffles. Diogo Jota was very loved and adored, and the nice thing is he could feel it, he could hear it with his song. In time, I hope his family and close circle are able to find comfort in how many lives he touched around the world; not just with his talent, but for who and how he was as a person. Diogo played football like he was still paying to do so and he lived his life with such warmth, kindness and joy. I read a while ago that we should be the things we love the most about the person who is gone, so I hope we can be kinder and gentler to ourselves and others. I hope everyone grieving is doing so in their own way, at their own pace. Take care of yourself and others ❤️