I’m still filled with shock and sadness for what happened in Boston yesterday. I was visiting my parents in Rhode Island with my two daughters and all morning I kept saying we should go to Boston.
I knew we weren’t going to go because of time constraints, but I wanted to make it clear to everybody that my heart was in Boston on one of the best days of the year.
I was following the marathon with updates on Twitter as we drove up to a mall in Attleboro, Mass. I have only been to Boston once on Patriots Day and I loved it. I went to a Red Sox game which always starts at 11 a.m. and got caught up in the waves of fun that surrounds all the excitement associated with the Boston Marathon.
It was tough not being there yesterday morning as I sat in the car knowing all the fun going on in my favorite city in the world on Patriots Day was only 30 minutes away.
I found out who won the marathon right before we hit the mall and while watching my daughter spend her birthday money on clothes, I was following the Red Sox game on my phone (I even snuck a few peaks of the game on a tv inside one of the sports clothing stores)
It seemed like another perfect day in Boston when the Red Sox won in walk-off fashion and I could envision the excitement of fans pouring out of Fenway Park and going to the bars or walking down to Kenmore Square to watch runners pass by.
I wanted to be a part of that fun. I was thinking about all the runners taking each step of the 26.2 miles helping to raise money for so many meaningful reasons. There were people running to raise money for the victims of Sandy Hook, while others were running to support cancer research. The 26th mile of the marathon was even dedicated to the 26 victims of the Sandy Hook tragedy.
I slept on most of the 45-minute drive back from the mall to my parents house in Rhode Island and didn’t look at my phone on the ride home. I was ready to watch highlights of the marathon and Red Sox as son as we piled into the house.
But all I saw on the television was that two blasts rocked the finish line at the 117th running of the marathon. My heart sank and all I could do was think the news is only going to get worse as more information comes out.
Like everybody, I was filled with sadness, pain, anger and disgust. Is it ever going to stop? Is this what life is going to be like now – dealing with mass acts of violence aimed at innocent people?
You can’t feel safe dropping your children off at elementary school or walking around at the finish line waiting to hug a relative or friend that just finished the Boston Marathon?
It all seems to be hitting so close to home.
I woke up this morning to learn the name of the 8-year old boy murdered and how he had just hugged his dad, who had just finished the race, a few minutes before the blasts. I learned that his younger sister and mother were critically hurt and the sadness just grows inside. I learned about the mother who had two sons suffer horrific injuries and the more than 140 people being treating in hospitals.
Another piece of American innocence was taken away yesterday.
My thoughts and prayers are with all the families in pain right now.
All I keep saying to myself is that it will get better and next year I will be in Boston on Patriots Day showing my support for every step taken along those 26.2 miles.