After a very cold and bitter winter, yesterday promised to be a spectacular day here in Massachusetts with sunshine and mild temps. And, of course, Patriot's Day is always an exciting day for the city of Boston with the running of the Marathon.
(past photos of Boston I've shared on my blog)
I had just pulled into the driveway from grocery shopping yesterday afternoon when I received a text. Without reading it, I gathered up my groceries and headed into the house.
By the time I reached the kitchen and put my bags down, two more texts had arrived in rapid succession.
Text 1: Have you seen the news?
Text 2: Someone set off a bomb at the finish line
Text 3: Some are dead
Just as I will never forget where I was or how I heard about September 11th or JFK being shot, I will never forget where and how I heard this news.
How bittersweet those texts were because they came from my daughter who lives in Boston, and who I knew was at the Marathon with friends, cheering on all the dedicated runners. Unlike a few years ago when she watched the Marathon, this time she was nowhere near the finish line.
I called her immediately and we cried on the phone together. I only remember saying, "Oh, my God," over and over, while she spoke. My prayers of thanks that she was okay were mingled with prayers and tears for those who are not, and for their loved ones.
We are heartbroken and our thoughts and prayers go out to everybody affected by yesterday's events.