This has been a very surreal week in Boston. There are no real words that can make sense of it or make any of it better but I just wanted to send thoughts and prayers to everyone in Boston. To the four families that had the lives of their loved ones cut tragically short. To the dozens of families whose lives are forever altered. To the thousands of people who saw things they will never be able to erase from their mind no matter how hard they try. To all the people who had to wonder if even for just one second if their friends and family were safe. To all the runners who trained for months and months and never got to finish what they started or to those who never got to celebrate the amazing accomplishment of completing 26.2 miles. To all the families awoken to gunfire and explosions in the middle of the night. To the families of all the law enforcement officials in harms way trying to track the evil down. To the entire city in lockdown waiting to see where the lunatic was going to emerge next.
I think everyone shed some tears at some point this week. First in sadness at the lives lost and those injured. Then in disbelief thinking of how this could happen and the number of times we have been in those same spots on this day where the bombs went off. Then at all the acts of kindness, both large and small, occurring all around us. Then in relief when the evil had been captured and everyone could breathe again.
I walked through downtown today and through all the memorials that have sprung up here and in Cambridge. I read the messages people wrote and witnessed the still ever present police and military presence. It was surreal and sad but mostly I was touched at the way the city came together. I have always loved this city but this week I fell in love just a little bit more. #Boston Strong
