Another terrible moment in our history happened today at the Boston Marathon. Those moments that are supposed to be a part of a collective joy and a moment of athleticism and pride, doing something that stretches human physicality while others look on from all around the nation wondering who will be the winner and so many others who will be a their own winner for just making it through.
In an interview today I heard that this will now be a tainted event. It will never, ever be the same. There will always be this shadow surrounding the race, the place.
As with all the tragedies in my adult life, I have been numb to them in a way. I can't begin to comprehend the moments when these things all happen, the motivations behind the events and even the way the families deal with the tragedies, both the families that were spared and have their loved ones at home and the families that will never have their loved one home again.
I feel distant, like it's a dream. It seems so surreal and incomprehensible that I turn on the TV, see the news, see the people, hear the testimonies and it still does not seem real because my mind does not want it to be real, it can't be real.
Sadly, I know it really is. Prayers have to be enough. It's all I have.
I was afraid to go to movie theatres after that superman thing--but now I have again, even though I think of it. The Boston Marathon is the Boston Marathon. It won't be the same perhaps...but I hope will still continue.
ReplyDeleteI pretty sure it will. We are resilient.
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