Yesterday, I woke up and did what I always do, check the news.
Unbelievable. A bomb. At a marathon. What kind of fucked up is that?
My first thought was, who would target runners? Then I realised, the injured and killed were spectators (correct me if I am wrong….). Friends and family supporting people finishing one of life’s big achievements. It’s so many kinds of awful.
There are already much more eloquent words out there expressing the thoughts we all have inside: our pain, our shock, our disbelief, our anger, our bewilderment.
All I can say, is: Look after one another.