The Boston Marathon represents everything about tradition, perseverance, and accomplishment. Marathon Monday, as most Massachusetts residents know it. Today there were two explosions at/near the finish line of the race. The idea that this day has been scarred forever is sickening. I'm trying to wrap my head around explosions happening where I once stood year after year, just streets away from where my sister stood at that exact time and just across the street from one of my best friends. The fact that so many people are sitting, waiting, for calls from loved ones makes me ache with sadness. Its horrifying how many people can feel so personally attacked by these actions.
More than that, I am watching this coverage with a heaviness in my heart for my kids. Dillan is obviously fine as we sit here playing trains on the floor, but the world is changing and that scares me for them. The first word in your head these days is terrorist. When I was 3 years old, it was a word that I wouldn't know well until the events of 9-11, a good 13 years later. My son, and now my daughter, will grow up knowing the fear of these acts their entire lives. They will start to do what most of us adults do right now. They will look at events with a different view, with a distorted vision... waiting, wondering when something will happen again. It breaks my heart and it makes me angry. Tell your family and friends you love them, you can't say it enough.
On a different note, watching the medical personnel and first responders run toward the explosions on this scene coverage makes you realize that while some of humanity can be truly sick and heartless, there will always be some of humanity there to fight that. My prayers are with those who were affected by the events in Boston, MA today.
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