It has been a rough week here in Boston. The kind of week that makes you hold your family closer, makes you anxious every time you hear a siren, makes you cry with the families who have experienced terrible loss, and celebrate all the good witnessed as the tragedy unfolded.
Monday was a holiday in the state of Massachusetts - Patriots Day. A day that celebrates our forefathers and the freedoms they fought for in the revolutionary war. A weekend that celebrates, commemorates, and reenacts the opening battle in Lexington and Concord. It was also a day that thousands planned on celebrating the completion of a milestone in their lives - running the Boston marathon.
For those of you who haven't ever been or aren't familiar with the Boston Marathon scene, it is a HUGE event for people of all ages. It is more than just a marathon, it is a Bostonian social event. The marathon bombing not only injured, maimed, and killed athletes and their families, it effected those spectators in the surrounding area there to celebrate the day and an entire city watching.
These days that have followed have been just as tough. More bomb scares, false arrest reports, and then today - waking up to complete chaos. Boston is a ghost town. We've been asked to be on "alert" and stay in our homes. Some areas are being evacuated and thoroughly searched as police are pursuing the remaining suspect. More lives lost, more injured, and the fear remains.
Obviously, food and what I'm cooking for dinner tonight doesn't matter this week. Safety of our friends and family matters. Talking to my family on the phone, hearing their voices, and knowing that we are alright for now, that matters. Cuddling with my children and telling my husband how much I love him matters.
Please keep Boston in your thoughts and prayers. Please hold your loved ones close and call those you haven't talked to in a while. Life is short and unpredictable. Live in the moment and love deeply.
Stay strong Boston!