Apr. 15th, 2013

cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (it falls on you and you die)
Today. SUCKS. From start to finish.

All of my Boston family and friends are okay, and I am so, so grateful for that. But beyond that? Today sucks. I am, simultaneously, selfishly glad that I'm safe in another city, four hundred miles away, and also grieved that I'm so far away, and there's nothing I can do to help, and I can't be with the people in Boston that I love, to stand next to them while we come to grips with what happened in our beautiful city. My last temp job in Boston was near Copley. I used to walk through Copley on my way home from school, just because I liked walking through the city. I can picture the place where this happened. I can't reconcile it in my mind with a bomb. When I try to see this in my head, it makes me want to cry.

Intellectually, I have no trouble understanding why someone would target the marathon--it's an internationally famous event that draws media attention and draws thousands of participants from all over the world. And I understand terrorism, internatnal and domestic. Intellectually, I understand atrocity. But some emotional part of me can't fathom why anyone would set a bomb to blow the legs off of athletes. Can you imagine that? Finishing the freaking Boston Marathon, only to lose a limb? It's sick. And makes me feel sick.

Today sucks.

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