This post is inspired by:
“Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird’s life, it sings away its grief.”
As most of you, or I hope all of you know about the tragic incident that occurred yesterday during the Boston Marathon. While the facts and figures are still being discussed, who did this, what were the intentions, why did this happen, are we safe here, how do we explain this to children, everyone’s hearts felt a little empty this morning.
Yesterday was suppose to be a day where Bostonians come together as one and cheer on their friends, family, and visitors from all over the world on a day we call Patriots Day. While this was achieved, and the city came together, it was for a horrific reason, one where sirens were the only sound we heard, with the occasional scream.
I simply do not understand how this could happen. How on a day that is normally celebrated by thousands cheering and day-drinking is ruined, and therefore never forgotten. Last night and most of today we hear of the heros that donated blood, the doctors that flooded to the hospitals, and the policemen and national guard who protected as many as they could. And for that we thank you.
Today it’s awfully quiet in the town I love, as many of us are not sure what to do at a time like this. Do we sit and ponder the confusion and all the bad things that happen in the world? Do we shield children, and continue that everything is merry? Or do we simply carry on, because if we don’t we won’t move forward?
Depending on how much you were affected yesterday will give you an idea of what to do. Today is a day of reflection for most, to call the ones you love to hear their voice, and simply say hello. It’s one of those things that you never see coming, until it happens and then it’s potentially too late.
Don’t be in a situation where it’s too late.