i was snapping away my monday photos yesterday when i heard the news of the bombing at the boston marathon. instantly, i was pissed. then i was scared. then i was really sad.
i grew up in copley square. my mother worked as a hairdresser all through the 80's, right across the street, from where the first bomb went off. there used to be a dunkin' donuts at that spot and my older sister worked there in high school. i walked that exact spot, i am sure, hundreds of times. that spot where the first bomb went off, is where i grew up. i was actually standing in that same spot when i got news of the 9/11 attacks. i had my prom at the copley square hotel. i hung out as a little boston shit with my best friend in copley square. i remember standing in front of the library waiting for my mother, right before she died, to grab dinner together. my last trip back home i walked my children up and down that street, telling cora that this is mama's most favorite place on earth, then took her to the lenox hotel for lunch.
that city has my heart. and that little boy who died yesterday, from dorchester, will forever be remembered by me, for the rest of my life, because my favorite place on earth now really belongs to him.
my heart just aches for the all of the victims, their families and the people who witnessed such horrific sights. sent massive prayers last night to all of them.
copley square in the 50's
http://youtu.be/5apEctKwiD8
never ever gets old. always gives me chills.
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