I live in Boston. I work a few minutes away from the end of the marathon; I have loved ones and family that have run the marathon in many years past. It is a joyous, beautiful event that celebrates perseverance and hard work; it’s a city coming together to lift others up–cheering people on, handing out water, congratulating anyone we see who looks like they might be a runner. It’s a celebration of spring and community and incredible accomplishments. I pray that it is always a celebration of those joyous things.
I’m heartbroken and confused; I’m so very sad. Over and over, I find myself saying, “This is my home.” I don’t even know, yet, what I mean to capture in that statement, but I want to cry and yell and mostly cry every time I say that. This city has been my home for over a decade; I love it all, and I pray. I don’t even quite know what to pray for; it all feels overwhelming. But I pray; I love you, Boston. I love you so very much.
Photo by Shannon Sorensen
I’m so sorry. I’m in China and we all heard about it this morning. I’ve felt sick all day about it. All I can say is, keep being a light where you are. We need more good people in this world.
keep being a light where you are
I think this is very true, Jenni. .Thank you for thinking of us.
We are praying for you, and all of Boston too.
Thank you.
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Right back at you, love.