Boston

I just haven’t known what to write about this week.

Posting about trivial subjects like furniture, restaurants, and books has seemed inappropriate, somehow.

But I’ve been at a total loss regarding what to say about this horrible, senseless tragedy. My mind feels numb and I can’t begin to process how or why this happened.

Our good friend was there running the race, but thankfully he was uninjured. Others, of course, were not so lucky. 

I saw a photo this morning of the eight-year-old boy who was killed in the blast, and my heart just hurts. 

And I feel selfish. Because the overriding thoughts making their way through my muddled brain are how thankful I am that my own loved ones are safe and secure. 

Many in Boston are not so lucky. And I cannot fathom the depth of their pain. 

All I can do is remind myself how precious each and every moment is. Our time on Earth really is short… for some shorter than we ever expected. Take time today to tell someone how much they mean to you. 

That is all.