Don't quite know how to put it but Copley Square has a magical feel to it tonight. Some of the feelings that resonated through me last year and the week following the bombing came at me like a virus tonight. At times I have said how much I hate the City and her congestion but let me tell you, every so often there is something in the air that shows the community in a beautiful light. People.
Tonight felt like church and hope, hugs and kisses and all things that make you quiver inside. I am so blessed.
I lost no one. No one I knew was hurt. Still, I will NEVER forget the lives lost, people injured and the frightening feelings that came about that day and after. Watching the Marathon coverage at home in Plymouth only to find out there were bombs at the finish line. I thought, my brother is at that game, is he safe? My friends? The absolute terror was something I'd never known.
Then, I had to work on Tuesday. All of a sudden, the hospitals, MBTA stations are lined with military personnel carrying assault rifles. The guy was still out there!
I started to hear about friends of friends who were at the finish line. The fear and anger was heavy, like lead hanging around my neck.
A makeshift memorial is put together by the community. The level of emotion and hearttache- literal pains in the chest--was not of this world. Then there was a shooting that I saw on live television later on.
I am not going to forget the strength of the people and how the community in and around Boston eminated hope through it all. Boston Strong!
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