...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Sunday, April 25
Just along from where we wait at the barrier for my brother, 22 miles out of 26, a slight man suddenly wobbles and arches his back in agony. A steward helps him away from the stream of runners, and lowers him gently to the curb. They sit together and wait for the medics and she rubs his back, an offering of consolation, of love.