This past week marked the first anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombings. And it’s also nearly a year since I was in Boston, just after the bombings, in a bright sunny springtime.
I don’t think I will ever forget the sight of the damage that the bombs caused. And I don’t think I will ever forget the sense of commitment and determination in the city to move forward, to show that Boston would not be defined by that awful event.
This coming Monday is the first Boston Marathon after the bombings. Some of the runners who were prevented from finishing the marathon last year will be running the race again; I will be thinking of them, and of all the other people for whom this will be such a meaningful day. And I hope that it is a healing day – a day for Boston to be the strong and beautiful city that it is.