Boston, Massachusetts – Patriot’s Day is usually Boston’s proudest moment. Paul Revere’s Ride. The Marathon. The Red Sox. A bonus day off that the rest of the country does not get.
Now, Patriot’s Day will also be remembered as one of the city’s saddest moments.
As I write, the headlines scream that 3 are dead and 134 are injured, as a result of two bombs that detonated near the finish line of the Boston Marathon today. The number seems to keep climbing. One of the dead is an 8-year-old boy.
My heart aches for the victims and their families. Truly, my heart aches for all of the runners, who should be celebrating a tremendous accomplishment, but instead are mourning. And my heart aches for my city.
Yet through the darkness, the light of love shines… in the many small kindnesses that were enacted in the aftermath of the bombings… in the flurry of emails and text messages that I received from around the world… in the fierce loyalty that Bostonians are famous for.
Bostonians love their city. Love will prevail. This, I know.