A 365 Day Tribute to the Victims of the Boston Bombing

Tag: memorial

Days Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven

Birthday Eve

What a busy past couple of days. I had an amazing day today with my wonderful mother. She truly is my best friend, I can honestly say I miss her already! Although… I am invited to a sleepover at her house on Tuesday, so I have that to look forward too. I did a small run today, but mainly the last two days have been recovery days. I anticipate I will do a long run downtown tomorrow which is my 25th birthday! Birthdays have never been too meaningful too me, but for some reason 25 sounds scary and I’ve been thinking A LOT about what it means to be a 25 year-old with growing up to do.

I’ll be running downtown because I have to go back to school for a meeting (it never ends!), so hopefully I can catch the memorial sans protective covering since I still have not had time to see it completely since the day a few people started leaving flowers and notes at the barriers.

Almost no one I encounter in my daily routine talks about the bombing anymore. It’s just no longer hot news. I went to my friend’s apartment off Mass Ave in a very typical Boston neighborhood today. The city looked beautiful. The green against brick is the beginning of summer in Boston. How different this season will be for those who must get used to being without limbs. I am thinking about the hard lessons taught in the poem “For the Foghorn When There is No Fog” by Sarah Hannah, who committed suicide a few years after writing the poem:

Still sounding in full sun past the jetty,
While low tide waves lap trinkets at your feet,

And you skip across dried trident trails,
Fling weeds, and do not think of worry.

For the horn that blares although you call it stubborn,
In error, out of place. For the ridicule endured,

And the continuance.
You can count out your beloved—crustaceans—

Winking in spray, still breathing in the wake,
Beneath the hooking flights of gulls,

Through the horn’s threnody.
Count them now among the moving. They are.

For weathervane and almanac, ephemeris and augur,
Blameless seer versed in bones, entrails, landed shells.

For everything that tries to counsel vigilance:
The surly sullen bell, before the going,

The warning that reiterates across
The water: there might someday be fog

(They will be lost), there might very well
Be fog someday, and you will have nothing

But remembrance, and you will have to learn
To be grateful.

Spring off of Mass Ave:


Day Twenty-Four

Finals Season

Tomorrow is it. My last final, my last day as a 1L law student. This year has been life-changing, depressing, isolating, beautiful. I’ve learned so much about myself. I feel like a completely different person.

I had an interview today for a grant to supplement my unpaid internship and the interviewer offered me the $4,000 on the spot. I don’t have to work a second job this summer, which is so relieving. There is a feeling of guilt that comes along with the gratitude  Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve these good things that happen to me because I am still so flawed.

I got to run past the memorial in Copley Square this morning after the interview. It was raining in Boston this morning, so plastic bags were covering most of the memorial to protect it from getting wet. It  has grown exponentially since the Wednesday after…



The church by the memorial offered pieces of cloth to write prayers on:



Running felt great today. Early in this blog I decided I wasn’t “running for Boston”, but that what happened last month inspired me to run for me. It’s the end of a crazy and stressful point in my life, and there is so much about myself I want to work out. I spend a lot of time thinking, obsessing, feeling less-than. But these days I am running my way through it. It feels like I was meant to be doing this all along…

Now, back to studying for the last time this school year.

Day Twenty-Three

Finals Season

Quick update before bed. I have one final left on Friday (!!!) and then I can return to being a real person with normal stress levels. I put on some Lowell pride for my run tonight:




At the Guru’s suggestion I conquered a hill by my apartment at the end of my run to see if I could do it. And I could do it. Here’s the view from the top:




I have an interview in the morning for a grant that would give me enough funding to not have to work a second job this summer, so I am sending myself some good vibes, and I’m praying for my amazing brother in San Fran who is prepping to take the MCAT this Saturday.  Good energy day, all around. Since my interview is by the memorial in Copley, hopefully I can go for a run there, which I have been trying to do for a couple weeks now. 

I am feeling really positive today about all I have accomplished. I feel like I am headed into a period of growth, and I am grateful. Goodnight, everyone. 

Day Three

The Memorial

Today our Constitutional Law professor let us out of class early since some students expressed interest in attending the inter-faith service being held at the Cathedral of the Holy Cross for the victims of the bombings. Some of my classmates wanted to counter-protest a hate group who threatened to attend this service. The hate group wanted to protest for reasons that are not worth repeating here. My professor didn’t want to stop the students from going, but he warned us that hate groups such as this one often garner media attention by starting conflict with counter-protests and even funded their “cause” via litigation and out-of-court settlements they initiate by filing claims against counter-protesters alleging assaults or batteries. I agreed with him, so I wasn’t planning on counter-protesting. I spend so much of my time showing people how I feel, needing to be heard, talking, talking, talking. I just wanted to take the extra time my professor gave us, and run. To run means to be quiet, observe, listen. I laced up and dashed down Tremont. When I got to the Cathedral of the Holy Cross thousands of Bostonians were crowded on the sidewalks. No fear.


People were hanging around, trying to catch a glimpse of the President. Some were still waiting in line, holding out on hope they’d be given a ticket to attend the service. I heard people who lined up at 7AM were still too late. The sidewalks so were so jam-packed I had to stop running because there was no room. Everywhere, people were laughing.

A Town Where Everyone Knows Everyone

If you’ve ever heard me rhapsodize about Boston, you’ve probably heard my tangent about how our small city is the perfect size for a community. It is large enough to get lost in a crowd. Large enough to know there are new people to meet at every corner. There are world-class events that grace our institutions and venues. Every band, comedian, and sports team comes here. We lack nothing. However, the city is small enough (and here’s where this should be sounding familiar) that no matter the season, no matter the part of the city, no matter who I am with I ALWAYS run into someone I know. Boston is big enough for excitement, small enough to cross paths with all your friends. Today was no different. I ran into old co-workers, family friends, and kids from my hometown. Obviously my law school cohorts were gathered in one corner, too. (Even though we all should be in the law library right about now).


After taking in the sights, I turned around and ran back to school. After a long winter, the weather in Boston has been beautiful. Let’s enjoy it.