Tonight I watched the drama unfold.... The older brother, a 26-year-old, died yesterday. The younger one, a mere 19 years old, was finally arrested tonight. And I literally shook my head and felt a sadness drop kick the anger right out of me. They were not much more than boys, those two. Yet apparently they held so much anger and hatred that they could place a bomb right next to an eight-year-old boy and think nothing of it.
Death. Dying. Sadness. I promise in a day or two I will post something on a lighter note. I really didn't want my anger to remain here.... I wanted it gone.
So instead of anger, there's a little sadness lingering. But hope, too. If you've seen any of the accounts from Boston, the people in that city are nothing less than tough. And patriotic. And they are bound and determined to return to the marathon route next year and cheer once more for the dedicated and determined athletes who aren't about to let someone scare them away from their hopes and dreams.