The trial for the marathon bombings has begun. They have reporters in the court room live tweeting and it is up on Yahoo. I have been watching and reading what is being said, refreshing the page every few minutes if new information is not put up. As I read what the reporters are posting, I think back to what I was doing on that day. I was doing what I had done every year, go to a friends place who was right on the route and start partying at 8 AM. I was outside all day, eating grilled food and chatting with neighbors and friends. We hadn’t known about the bombs right away it took a few minutes when everyone’s phones started going off and someone came outside from the house and told us. I have some family and friends that live out of state and they called me, asking if I was ok, where I was, stuff like that. It didn’t really sink in until that night and the following days when the city of Boston was on lock down.
I read these posts, even as I’m writing this and think, what the hell? In our city? Stuff like this happens in other places but not here. The testimony that has been given thus far is gruesome. Some victims have picture and video of the scene right after the 1st bomb went off. Heart wrenching to say the least. One woman said the blast was so severe that her teeth shifted and she lost two of them. I can’t even imagine what any of those poor people have gone through and are still going through. Thank God they are here, a testiment to not giving up and pushing through even when times are grim. One thing that has stuck out to me is that the defense, from the opening statement, has said that he is guilty and he did it but they want to jury to have open hearts and open minds. Those are two tough things to have.
I have a good friends who knew of the victims that died- knew her very well. Some of the testimony that I just read was about someone finding her after the first bomb went off. Her friend who was with her testfied yesterday. What a terrible thing to have to carry around with you–all of these victims have to carry this around. I am somewhat as a loss for words….
I guess my point is, somewhat long winded (which they always are), is that to wake up each morning and be thankful that you are here. Be thankful you have what you have because in a moments flash, it could be taken away. Thank your family and loved ones for being there, even if you don’t see them or talk to them often. Make the time, it won’t be something you regret.
Thanks to all the wonderful ladies of this blog, you are all great and doing big things for the world.
“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
” Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope.”
― Alexandre Dumas