A year ago the world was shocked to hear of the horrific bombing at the finishing line of the Boston Marathon. Senseless and cruel. All the joy and fun and sense of achievement were, in one moment, changed to fear, pain and anguish. And, as the number of dead and wounded became clear, grief. And anger.
Patrick Downes, the nephew of a close friend of mine and his new wife Jess, were among the victims, caught in the blast. Each lost a leg. Each went through a long series of painful operations.