I don’t know what to say about today. Earlier I was raw. I couldn’t watch the news without tears welling and I don’t know when I got so emotional because this stuff didn’t used to impact me so deeply. This stuff. This stuff happened about 3 miles from where we live, around the corner from where my wife used to work, and around the corner from where she works now. It’s a block I’ve walked down, driven down, rode my bike down countless times. I don’t think that has anything to do with it. I grew up in a town along the Marathon route and can’t remember ever not going to cheer the runners on. I was just wondering this morning if we’d bring our baby (who will more than likely be born in the next few days) to watch the race. I don’t know if that has anything to do with it either, though it must. The baby is to be born at a hospital that was closed for several hours after the bombing because of either persons of interest or threats or both.
Did you see how quickly people ran towards the explosion on the video they keep playing over and over. The bomb explodes, there’s a beat when people look around stunned, and then almost instantly, they’re tearing at the fence to get to the injured. Later, over a thousand Bostonians signed up in a few hours to open their homes to out of town runners. Seeing that did help me process a little bit. One person or a group of people left the bombs at the Marathon, but so many more people were ready to help. So many more reached out with compassion to people they didn’t know. I hope that’s what I remember most about today. I know that at least.