|My chicas at the Red Sox game |
The Boston Marathon... Since my move in 1991 from NJ to MA, I've watched the Marathon in Natick and at the finish many, many times. I've volunteered at the Hynes Convention Center to hand out the runner's packets and wildly shopped for souvenirs at the runner's trade show. And in my late thirties, I dreamed of running it.
The Boston Marathon... always on a Monday... on the State holiday called Patriots Day. Boston is filled with runners from all over the world. You know who they are, their bodies are lean, their faces are taut with the fitness of an athlete... you smile and wish them well. For this weekend, they are our heroes... And, every year... that's right, every year... you wish you were one of them.
|Fenway Park 4/14/13|
It's two days and five hours later, the images haunt me, the thirst to know who and to know why is almost unbearable. I choose to hold anger at bay... that will come when I have answers... I pray for those most affected - those physically hurt, those that had the most wonderful day crushed, the runners whose dream is no more and for us - the powerless.
Sugar offers comfort. Her body needs currying, her feet cared for and she gives me, in return, soft brown (one half blue) eyes and a snuffling muzzle. And, today she jumped for me in the wind under a darkening sky. She made no fuss, caused no harm and willingly went over. Today she gave me what I needed... and that is good!
Da Boys, in their doggy ways, needed me and demanded my attention. Tonight, I had a cuddly, floppy hound and a busy, attentive lab. Their unconditional response to my need was a gift and I felt love.
Family... my Barn Peeps, my BSIL, and my Jersey Breds all contribute to the goodness of my life... I am grateful, truly grateful for the healing... Life is Good!