Today, a week later, the city has a memorial marathon beginning at 6.30 central time.
Our Lynn, Nonie and Andrew are 3 of the 25,000 running.
I tear up every time I think of all those children killed. Of the mothers and fathers gone. Of the sons, daughters, aunts, uncles and cousins that didn't get to do all they were meant to.
Then I remember that God had a reason even as the blast tore thru that building.
And I am at peace again.