Who knew that such a sunny, beautiful Patriots Day in Boston, home of the Boston Marathon, could turn into such a nightmare?
We happened to be watching MSNBC, because that's how we roll, we're news freaks, when the first reports came in. My first thoughts were, "Not again!"
Like, Columbine, like Oklahoma City, like 9-11, we were roboted to our TV.
My husband also has his eldest grandson who is attending Suffolk University in Boston to play baseball. He has ALWAYS been at the finish line of the Boston Marathon as long as he was able to go.
We didn't know if/how he was involved but we prayed for him as fervently as we did the others there. We were notified by email from his aunt that Christopher was called to a mandatory baseball practice the afternoon of the Marathon and was not able to be at the finish line.
Everything was closed in Boston for Patriots Day but apparently baseball practice.
He was training near there and saw the throng of people rushing toward him and saw the mass of ambulances heading to the finish line. He lives 5 minutes from there.
We are grateful for his well being.
A cherished friend of our family was there with her family and kids cheering on her sister who was running in the Marathon. What a horrible time they had reuniting, but the entire family was safe, but never the same after that experience.
And then came this:
And then we discovered the tragedy that had befallen this small town in Texas.
I hope they knew that our hearts supported their tragedy as much as the one in Boston and we will always have a piece of our hearts dedicated to both of them.
Because I believe that both of these tragedies will be overcome by the strong citizens of these towns and the overwhelming support of our nation.
Please support these cities however you can by your good thoughts, your prayers and supporting their needs.
And thank you for the support you have given me since the tragic loss of my best friend, Kathy.
Every hour and every day is a winding road of emotions all over the place. I have experienced the first Easter without her and about to not experience the first Memorial Day weekend without her.
I have to garner my emotions and stay strong for 28 June when Michael deploys to Saudi Arabia for a year as an aide de camp to a Brigadier General who is stationed at the Embassy in Saudi Arabia.
I simply have to believe he will be safe and come back to us.
Just like I have to believe that Kelli will regain insurance to pay for her MS meds that hopefully will get these MS flairs under control.
Just like I have to believe that there is a life out there outside of the world of pseudotumor cerebri for Kiereney and she will find her place in this world.
Just like I have to believe that the best days are in front of me where Roger and I will be getting 24 hours out of each and every day and living life to the fullest extent because no minute is a given.
Just like I have to believe that the phenomenal friends I have met in FB and on Blogger will become more real when I get to meet them this year. God is making my travel plans and I'm just waiting for Him to announce the when, where, who, why and how, and I BELIEVE that will happen.
Don't stop believing...you haven't let me stop and I won't let you stop.
Happy Belated 4th Birthday to my Colin on 19 April. You complete me, sweet Chihuahua.