UP UNTIL SEVERAL HOURS AGO, I’d never heard of Patriot’s Day.
Now you can bet that I, like all Americans, will not forget the date two explosions rocked the Boston Marathon, killing two as of this writing.
As I watched news coverage this afternoon, fixated by the unfolding developments, the number of injured, or “wounded” as some newscasters labeled them, climbed. Twenty-three. Then fifty. Then one hundred.
This day, this event, this attack will forever sear itself into my memory, filed into that unforgettable dark corner of my mind next to the files of 9/11 and the 35W Bridge Collapse and Newtown and way too many other American tragedies.
On days like this, I simply want to weep. And I did.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
Just as the good things that happen are shared instantly by many, so, too, are those tragedies that touch us all as though we were on the very site of the event! The biggest tragedy……man’s inhumanity to man! Prayers for us all!!
Well said.
I wept, too.
How could we not?
I agree. I get so weary of the sadness and tragedy and loss of life in seemingly meaningless events. What would I do if I did not believe in a God who loves me and has a better plan? I shudder to think.
I absolutely agree.
I am still in shock and first thing out of my mouth this afternoon was not again. So sad – people just going about their day and tragedy:( Sending thoughts and prayers.
Prayers needed, yes.
Well said Audrey….such sadness.
Yes, especially when one reads of the young lives lost and those forever maimed.
Not again! (exclamation)
Not again! (command)
Dear God, Not again. (my prayer)
Yes, we all have our prayers, no matter what they are, to offer to God.