I am unable to write anything. I haven’t glanced at our blog so my apologies for not reading your latest entry at this time. I woke up to horrible, horrible news about bombings in Boston. I don’t know why I’m crying. But I can’t write any more at the moment.
My immediate response was to contact you and ask if you were okay, and have almost completed my message before my brain caught up with me and I remembered that you are in Edinburgh. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately felt guilty, because there are people out there who are hurt. And I know it’s not only Boston. I know there’s also war in other parts of the world, and hunger, and poverty, and sickness.
I don’t know how to deal with all my emotions so I think I’m going to lie down for now.
I am holding your hand, M.