I talk a lot, I think that shows in my blogging also. I generally have a lot to say to anyone that will listen. So, when words fail me, it's never a good thing.
Yesterday was a terrible day for my city. Never do you wake up and think, today is the day something terrible will hapen in Boston. In fact, Marathon Monday is such an amazing day for us here. It's a state holiday, Patriots Day; celebrating the start of the Revolutionary War. It's the first day of Spring Break for school kids. It's basically our mark of Spring. That morning is filled with promise and hope whether you are running the marathon or not. The fact that someone took that all away from us yesterday, is unthinkable.
I am very sad today. I am sad for the loss of lives, one of the three dead was an 8 year old boy from my neighborhood. I am sad for the injured. I am sad for the witnesses. I am sad for my city and our loss of comfort and safety.
Today is a day that Boston is holding their children and loved ones a little bit closer. It is a day we are taking pictures of our beautiful home on lovely Spring days. It is a forced day of extreme appreciation for all we have.
Boston will mourn for a long time, in fact, we will never be the same, But this is more then a city, it is a tight community. We will be there for eachother, to talk, to listen, to learn. We will pool our collective sadness for the good of us all.
Boston will pull through.