Our youngest son, age 42, ran the Marathon this morning. I’ve been in near panic since I heard the news. We finally were able to reach David a few moments ago. He had already finished the Marathon and was in a nearby bar celebrating, when they felt and heard the explosions. I won’t go into detail about what he saw and experienced.
Now, I need a wee glass of wine.
Well, I don’t know how that double post occured. And I haven’t even had my wee glass yet.
Glad he’s OK.
Am sure it’s a continuing nightmare there. Hope he can get clear soonest!