Watertown story – continued

I’ve been posting comments on Facebook about the Watertown Terrorist events because they happened practically on my front doorstep – and on the occasion the SWAT team moved briefly into my house and took up positions to cover the house diagonally opposite that “doorstep” image dissolved. I felt Facebook was the best way to keep people informed that we were fine. I couldn’t have answered all the calls and emails, which makes me feel very blessed.

Today I went to the gym and on the way out a lady I know told me her cousin had been two houses away from the final shooting episode, and the young woman who died in the marathon bombing had been a waitress who had often served her table. The receptionist then chimed in that she had been a member of this gym, too.

I left marveling at the threads that connect us.

We walked round the corner to the grocery store and there we ran into two old friends we hadn’t seen for ages. Both had had babies in the meantime. we’d all been shaken by the events. We hugged and even shed a tear or two because life felt so inexpressibly beautiful.

Two meetings: one sad, one hugely loving. Yet both were filled with caring. The darkness only ever brings more light. Light and Love.