I am completely overwhelmed with emotions over the events of yesterday, as I’m sure each and every one of you are, too.
My sister and I went out to watch the marathon with some friends yesterday morning and came back yesterday afternoon in a state of shock and sorrow. We are all okay, and all our friends in Boston are okay too. We were watching the marathon a few miles up and were a good distance from the finish line. I am humbled by the concerns from friends old and new, near and far. I am humbled by the response of people everywhere to this tragic event that ruined what was supposed to be a perfect day– a perfect day for the incredible athletes, a perfect day for the spectators, and a perfect day for Boston. Far from perfect, it’s sad to realize that our city and this day will never quite be the same.
My heart is broken for those that were injured and those that lost their lives. It is unimaginable and horrific and depressing. It will never make sense and it will always be unfair.
But for what it’s worth, I’m more proud than ever to call this place my home.
I’m proud of this city and its people who came out to watch and to cheer.
I’m proud of the Boston Police + paramedics + volunteers + of all the hospitals in Boston who worked so hard to help in the aftermath of the explosions.
I’m proud of those that offered up their homes + donated blood + food + comfort.
And more than anything, I’m so proud of all the runners and their months and months of training to get to this day. For those who crossed the finish line, and especially those that didn’t get the chance.
From now until forever, you are all marathoners to me.
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Quote from J.R.R. Tolkien
Photographs from my walk through Back Bay on Saturday
in this beyond beautiful city, both inside and out.
