… But I am not arriving this time.
And I am sad and scared and angry to say “this time”… Lost in dismay at the frequency of horror in our society…
Is our world breaking?
I am sending Love and Prayers, the only antidote I know.
Many thanks to Jeanne at Collage of Life for her most recent post. I found some peace in reading it and if you are so inclined, you can find it here.
I am very, very sorry to hear that, Anon.
I am so glad that you and yours are ok, Judith. I know that this is especially painful to Bostonians.
xo
You are right, Loree, I need to stop trying to understand. And just try and send the good stuff…
Pam, it was when I read in the article on your blog that there were parents from Newton at the finish line…
Merci, Lorrie. Sending one right back.
Suze, I was so surprised by your comment that I had to simmer it for a day. Thank you with all of my heart–both for your belief in me but also your enormous guidance in opening the doors and showing the way forward. You have helped me more than you know. You and that bobbing balloon. So I promise to do my best. Thank you, thank you for being the wonderous person that you are.
Thank you, Sister.
I was in my car ( in Montreal) when I heard the news…pulled over and with a shaky hand , used my cell phone to call my granddaughter in Boston. When I heard her voice, the tears sprang to my eyes. She is safe. "Yes, Nana, I went last year, but I am working today".
Thankful for my own..devastated for all the others in this frightening act.
There is only compassion for all..because we all suffer from this madness that rages throughout the world.
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The sadness here is palpable. I came to visit my first grandchild, and was thrilled that the visit coincided with the marathon, a source of happiness throughout our lives in my hometown. I gathered with my five children tonight, on the eve of my departure back to France, in love and bewilderment, grateful that they are fine, but broken-hearted for those who are not.