I grew up in Southeastern Massachusetts. Visiting Boston was a privilege, not an every day occurrence. I hold fond memories of visiting Boston Museum of Science, Faneuil Hall Marketplace to enjoy a Portuguese malasada just to see if it tasted any better than the malasada I ate in New Bedford. Vising Boston Commons. Going to my first Red Sox game at Fenway Park when the “Green Monster” was still it’s original height. Eating pizza in Little Italy. Trying an Ethiopian restaurant with friends. Going to the top of the John Hancock Building just for the view. Wishing I could have afforded to take the Boston Duck Tour. After the Boston Marathon tragedy, I have been talking with friends and family that still live and work in the Boston and surrounding communities, I realize that although the tragedy has impacted so many people, they are surrounded by great people, great history, tradition and a spirit of hope and resilience.
I have never done the Boston Marathon, but I have done a half marathon. As I trained for three month and did the actual event, I often reflected upon a well-know line; “Miles to go before I sleep”, from Robert Frost’s poem. I know that people in Boston and surrounding communities will rally together and help each other grieve at their own time and pace.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ~Robert Frost