Tuesday, April 16, 2013

We love you, Boston

Eight-year-old Martin Richard was killed in yesterday's Boston bombing. "He had gone out to hug his
dad after he crossed the finish line. The dad walked on; [Martin] went back to the sidewalk to join
his mom and little sister. And then the bomb went off. The boy was killed. His sister's leg was blown
off. His mother was badly injured. That's just one family, one story."
--Kevin Cullen, The Boston Globe


The word "horrifying" can't sum up what happened in Boston yesterday. Sometimes there aren't enough words in the English language (or any language for that matter) to express shock, grief, anger, confusion, sadness...

I've never been to Boston but it doesn't matter. I still cry for her. And the hundreds of thousands of sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends and lovers whose lives were tragically altered in a moment. We pray for you, Boston. We love you.

Like you, I've been scouring the Web for information and most of all, answers. While we wait for the "Who" and "Why," you may want to read how the stories of Boston are unfolding:

  • A perfect marathon day, then the unimaginable. (The Boston Globe)
  • Good will always win. Period. (Patton Oswalt/Facebook)
  • Susan Orlean on marathons. (The New Yorker)
  • Finding kindness and humanity amid the carnage. (The Telegraph)
  • How we found out about Boston: social media. (National Geographic)