It was one year ago..
… that two brothers decided to terrorize the city of Boston.
… that one of America’s most revered traditions was changed forever, in the blink of an eye.
… that we said goodbye to Martin Richard, Lu Lingzi, Krystle Campbell, and Sean Collier.
… that courageous police, firefighters, first responders and civilians rushed to the aide of those in need, because the need to help far outweighed the fear of the unknown.
… that the people of Boston pulled together in the face of crisis to prove that we will not be defeated.
… that Papi told the world what all Bostonians were thinking — “This is OUR F*cking city!”
… that Boston went from celebrating, to grieving and healing all in the course of one day.
… that we learned once again, that the world is not always a safe place, but there are good people and heroes everywhere who will help at a moments notice.
… that we learned that BPD is not just a police force, it’s a superior collection of heroes and legends.
… that Boston became more than just a city. It became an example of hope, resiliency and strength. We became Boston Strong.
Throughout the past year, wounds have healed, losses have been grieved, and for most, life has continued on. But not without change. Not without an acute awareness and a love for this city and it’s people. There is nothing that can make that day go away, it has changed some things forever. While buildings have been repaired, restaurants have re-opened, and the hustle and bustle of the city continues, April 15th will always be in our hearts. I will never forget the feeling as a spectator, when we first got word of the explosions at the finish line (we were about a mile out). I will never forget the shear panic, as I realized that a number of my friends would be down there at that moment, cheering on family members and running themselves. I will never forget the relief when I knew that everyone in my life was safe.
The city has changed. We have moved on, but the memory of April 15, 2013 still hovers over us every day. No, it hasn’t stopped Boston from being an amazing city, full of strong and wonderful people, but it has made us all a little more aware, a little more cautious, and maybe even a little more loving towards one another.
One year later, and the city is still healing, still growing. But one week from today, on April 21st, Boston will run again. Because Marathon Monday is our day. It is our tradition. It is our pride.
Because this is our F*cking city.