Boston Marathon: What do I even say?
It doesn’t make me lose faith in humanity. I don’t cry for the people involved. I feel no sudden surge of hope or kinship from the heroics. Perhaps I would feel differently if I living in Boston, but I’ve always had a similar reaction to crisis’. Not emptiness or angry, grief or hope, no feeling of change. The emotions come later.
I feel for the survivors. Years later we hear reports of the survivors getting remarried. Having another child. Having moved on. This is when I feel a sudden wave of “How could they!?” followed by joy. Joy that they have found happiness in the pain.
My prayers are with the survivors. Grieve. Remember. But also live.