I’m trying to wrap my head around this.
One minute, you’re standing watching the end of a race, celebrating a family member’s dedication and accomplishment. The next, you’re in the middle of a blast zone.
I normally write less is more posts on Monday night. Last evening, wading through news reports of the dead and at least 25-30 people having 1 or more limbs blown off – and I suspect the number of amputees will climb in the combing days and weeks, perhaps dramatically – any thoughts I had of writing something for today went by the wayside.
Keep the victims in your thoughts.
I can’t think of anything else to say.