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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Boston Marathon

Recently, I admitted to Kev that I have an irrational fear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like in a store when it gets robbed. Or waiting at a light to make a left-hand turn and getting smashed into by another car.

Or running in a marathon when a bomb goes off. Or sending Aspen to school on the day someone decides to go on a shooting spree.

I know I can't live my life in fear of something horrible happening, and for the most part I don't. We go about our days and leave the house and try to make the most of the time we have together. But when these things do happen, even to people I don't know, I have such a hard time letting go of it. I find myself reading news reports endlessly, crying at my computer for the loss and heartache felt by others.

How can people do this? Who orchestrates such horrible hurt on others? As I watched some news coverage with Aspen, she asked me why I was crying. I tried to explain to her, in terms she could understand, what had happened. I wish she didn't have to live in a world like this. But, hopefully I can teach her how to be better than this. How to feel for others. How to give back in times of need.

My heart is pained for those affected by this. For the lives lost. For the injuries of survivors. For the mental anguish felt. It may sound trivial, but I'm even devastated for those who spent so much time training for the Boston Marathon and then didn't have the opportunity to finish, or finish safely.

Today, I send my love to Beantown.

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