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A reflection: The week of April 15th
My snow bunnies on April 16, 2013

My snow bunnies on April 16, 2013

It’s been my experience as a stay-at-home-mom that some days pass like minutes and others pass like years. This week has felt like a little bit of both. Here in Fort Collins, we had a surprising spring storm. As a result, my little family was out of our regular routine due to school closures and house-bound days. When I’m at home more, I spend more time on the computer. This week was a rough week news-wise, and I was glued to the Google news feed.  I fell at the foot of any news about the bomb blast that terrorized spectators of the Boston Marathon and then the ensuing confrontation and capture of the alleged perpetrator of the attack.

What a week.

Almost 10 years ago, I spent nearly two years of my life living in Boston as a grad student. I have been back a few times to visit friends, and I still know many people who live in the area. I have so many fond memories of my time living there, and the impact has lingered: every once in a while on a bad hair day I’ll wear my Red Sox hat, a photo collage of Boston adorns a spot in my front foyer, and I occasionally sport some t-shirt or memorabilia of the school that I attended, Boston College. Truly, I don’t know anyone who has spent time in Boston as traveller or extended-visitor like myself that hasn’t fell in love with that city on some level.

This is me and two of my colleagues a the Duck Pond in Boston, back in August of 2004

This is me and two of my colleagues at the Duck Pond in Boston, back in August of 2004

My heart breaks for the folks affected by the attack. I have heard of three different BC alums hurt in the bomb blast, and these are links to their Give Forward campaigns. If you have a chance, click over and read their stories.

Help for Pat and Jess

Recovery for Liza

Recovery for Brittany

I cannot say that I know any of these folks personally, though I suspect that I may have overlapped with one of these individuals back when I was at BC. Here’s what I do know: When tragedy strikes, there is something deep within us that wants to reach out and help. I can’t say that I wish tragedy upon anyone, but it is comforting to see that crisis can build and strengthen communities. I can attest to the amazing outpouring of support that my own family has encountered ever since my father had surgery on April 2nd. Loving support during such trying times is a confusing gift–would I rather have not gone through this difficult time and not know how many people love and support my dad? I dunno. But I do know that it has filled me with overwhelming joy to see just how much love there is available to you when you need it.

That’s my prayer for everyone, all the time, everywhere: That love and comfort be available to you when you need it. My best to Beantown, and my best to all of us who are trying to extend compassion to others.