For almost a week now the stories have come back out in the media--the Globe, 60 Minutes, and especially the internet. This morning I watched the local news broadcast from Copley Square, then watched the Today Show broadcast from Copley Square, watched the bombs go off over and over. Seeing the pictures of the bloodied adolescent who caused the deaths and destruction, seeing pictures of a little, little girl whose father, now dead, made the decision to leave her. And I've been just weeping all morning. I don't want to see those bombs going off again and again. I don't think anyone else does, either.
I love how my city is healing. I can't wait to see the runners next Monday. I can't wait to hear the cheers. But I am still scared. I can't go to the race next Monday. I can't bring my daughter there. My uncle is running and I have friends running and I absolutely adore the outpouring of love. But I can't go, yet. I hope someday we can once again cheer on those admirable, impressive people.
Today, at 2:49pm, I will send my heart to everyone in pain from the events of last year. And I hope they are not scared. I hope that they have all found hope and love and strength and are looking towards the future, so big.
Mom and Dad offered to take us this year. I haven't been to the Marathon in over ten years, but I couldn't go this year. I am not ready yet either. I will be there again someday, but it's not in 2014.
ReplyDeleteThanks for always being there for Dad, we both appreciate it more than you know.
Oh Courtney, thanks for writing. I have so many great memories of meeting your dad at the finish line/firehouse on Boylston. Next time let's do it together.
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