been feeling so weird and conflicted today. Shattered by what happened in Boston and yet so glad my brother finished the race and got back to his hotel before the explosions.
The first inkling I had that anything had happened was the "He's OK" message. You think, why wouldn't he be? And then you open that door to so much that is not OK.
That sounds like an absolutely great set of reasons to feel "weird and conflicted" to me. Quite a normal and sane response. Not easy to live with, but, boy, does that seem reasonable.