I was one of the fortunate ones to be born in the City on a Hill, and have never forgotten that Boston was my birth city.
There might be over 900 miles between me and Boston currently, but there is no getting away from the city of your birth, especially when you still have family who reside there.
Especially, on a day like Monday, which was Patriots’ Day in Boston. The holiday commemorates the Battles of Lexington and Concord, the first battles of the American Revolutionary War.
And, unfortunately, it is a day that will forever be linked to tragedy and terrorism as someone thought it would be cute to set up bombs near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
I tried the best I could Monday to ignore news coverage, but there was no getting past the words bomb and Boston, I had to look.
And, I began to cry.