Too much tragedy.

I was set to blog about something else.  But truth be told, I can't get Boston out of my heart. 

Many of you know my baby brother is a professional Ironman Triathlete.
 
How many finish lines have I been waiting at in my day?  How many finish lines has he crossed in his day? 

 To think, it should have been a joyous occasion for all. But it was a tragedy.  Another one.  I can't wrap my head around it and it's hard to stop thinking about it.

 Thankful, he was not there.  But he could have been.  But I can't think of that.

Shift of thinking, Jackie.  Think about the good times.

And love and live like today is your last day.  And be thankful for the childhood innocence...they have no idea what's going on in the world.  All they need is their parents there, steadfast and loving.

 

Also, keep those who have been directly impacted close in hearts and in prayers. Life today like it's your last.  That's my goal today.

(And since I know I'll be asked...here's his website: http://www.mattrusselltri.com/.  Or you can just google him. He's famous, ya know.)