Of course I couldn't go right away. The city, for all intents and purposes, was shut down. Then the manhunt the friday after had the city in lockdown. I decided to wait until Boylston Street was re-opened. It was well over a week before it was. We went into Boston only a day or two after Boylston was opened.
We had lunch at the Prudential building and then walked to the bomb sites.
The site of the first bomb blast.
The Boston Marathon finish line.
The feeling I had in the bomb site areas was very mixed. There was sadness, and a feeling of reverence. My own eight year old, so alive and full of energy, stood with me, not far from where another eight year old had lost his life. That realization brought tears to my eyes. I also grew uncomfortable when I realized that evil had stood where I stood. Two people, with unmerciful evil in their hearts, walked where I now walked only a week and a half earlier. It was chilling.
News interviews being conducted in Copley Square. News trucks and reporters were all over the area.
But after the initial rush of emotion and sadness, I felt hope. Boston Strong signs were everywhere (I even picked up my own Boston Strong t-shirt, proceeds going to the Boston One fund). Everyone was pouring in to Boylston to patronize the shops and restaurants that had been greatly affected by the bombings and the subsequent closures during the investigation. This was a people that was supporting one another and supporting the city we all love.
Spring has always been symbolic of hope, of fresh starts. And it was felicitous, in the aftermath, that Boston was blooming and blossoming with the sort of impossible beauty that only a perfect spring can bring.
Old South Church on Boylston St
A sight on our walk to the Boston Public Garden
I love the city in bloom!
We walked over to the Boston Public Garden, and it was breathtaking. The garden is a stunning oasis in the city, and I can't imagine that it is ever prettier than it is in the spring.
Tulips in front of Washington.
The famous swan boats
The bright greens of spring
Another view of Washington
Townhouses and blossoms
A pretty, pink tree by the pond
Blossoming near the door of a townhouse
Spring came late this year, but it did finally come, in more ways than one. And I'm so glad I got back into Boston so soon after and saw my favorite city vibrant, lively, and beautiful. Just the way I always think of my beloved Boston.