This week has been a blur. Not a day has gone by where I didn't have to look at my phone just to figure out what day of the week it is.
Like many Milfordians, I'm a pretty big fan of Boston. I probably go into town once a month, more during the summer. When I leave the state and a stranger asks where I'm from, 'Boston' is almost always my first answer. People would always respond with 'oh, go sox' or 'ah, the town that Tom Brady built' and even once in a while I'd get 'oh, I've been to Boston. I ran the marathon.' I have friends that live there. I have friends that work there. I had friends in the marathon. Friends at Fenway catching the game. I've gone to Patriots Day games myself. My first trip to Fenway was Patriots Day. Best Boston day of my life. Spring just starting with pink and white flowers overflowing on the trees that lined the street. The excitement of watching the runners proudly end thier 26 mile voyage was just a bonus to the day. I must have seen the start of that race 20 times in Hopkinton, but it's just a different feeling at the end.
Yesterday, as I waited for the news to get its act together and tell us something, anything, I watched my life like I was sitting in the corner observing. I celebrated my neice's 4th birthday. Came home and fed my kids. Did dishes and laundry. Yelled at the TV. Complained on Facebook about the TV. Took my dog out, put the kids to bed...
It was all life as usual, but I didn't feel like I was doing it, I felt like I was watching it.
Today I seem to back in my body. Today I'm realizing that nothing has changed for me and my family. We will not hesitate to do all the things listed above. We will not be afraid. We will continue to tell people we are from Boston, no matter what the response may be now. We will stand strong, knowing in our hearts, that Boston is much bigger then that little blob on a map. It's the heart and soul of many New Englanders. And we are strong. Boston Strong.
