Nothing ever turns out quite the way you expect it to. For all my complaining about the Twenty First Century, it was a cell phone text message that restored my ability to breathe normally, and Facebook that allowed me to reassure my friends and family, who know that the Boston Marathon is my husband's "thing". My husband is safe, but other people's loved ones are not. There's an eight year old boy dead, and although I'm hoping it's a rumor, I heard that his younger sister lost a leg in the explosion. There are all sorts of stories circulating, and as usual, some are fact and some are fiction.
There's a lot of flag waving and saber rattling, and of course the ridiculous Westboro Baptist Church has threatened to picket the funerals of the Boston Marathon Massacre victims, but really they bore me and who the hell cares? There is a weariness in the air. We've been through this too many times already. We're getting used to chaos.
The closest I came to tears was when I heard that the Yankees were going to play "Sweet Caroline" at their game tonight, the signature song of the Boston Red Sox. It won't help anyone, but it was such a sweet gesture that it moved me. I was hoping they wouldn't get a chance to pay us back for having been equally nice to them after September 11. But I guess the world is in such a state that at one point or another we're all going to have to learn to be compassionate and caring towards our "enemies" at least for a little while. Then we'll forget and go back to the Yankees hating the Red Sox and the Red Sox hating the Yankees and I'll probably feel a little better then, because THAT at least is normal. This quiet sadness is not.
There's a lot of flag waving and saber rattling, and of course the ridiculous Westboro Baptist Church has threatened to picket the funerals of the Boston Marathon Massacre victims, but really they bore me and who the hell cares? There is a weariness in the air. We've been through this too many times already. We're getting used to chaos.
The closest I came to tears was when I heard that the Yankees were going to play "Sweet Caroline" at their game tonight, the signature song of the Boston Red Sox. It won't help anyone, but it was such a sweet gesture that it moved me. I was hoping they wouldn't get a chance to pay us back for having been equally nice to them after September 11. But I guess the world is in such a state that at one point or another we're all going to have to learn to be compassionate and caring towards our "enemies" at least for a little while. Then we'll forget and go back to the Yankees hating the Red Sox and the Red Sox hating the Yankees and I'll probably feel a little better then, because THAT at least is normal. This quiet sadness is not.
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