I will publish a series of blog posts about my weekend in Boston. In them, I will recount a whirlwind tour of breweries, bars, and restaurants, and smile large while recalling time spent with dear friends.
But this must come first.
I was in Boston on Monday, and due only to luck and morning dillydallying, I am now back home safe and sound. Too many others are not.
Three Four [Krystle Marie Campbell, Lu Lingzi, Martin William Richard, Sean A. Collier] never will. And that is heartbreaking.
So tonight I will run with a new group formed by a guy that I met once briefly and who didn’t balk when I said we should trade numbers when I saw him a second time at a liquor store.
And I will bring an old friend to that group.
And we will both make new friends.
And we will all experience running our own way.
And I will talk about my story if anyone asks.
And I will think about victims of violence everywhere even if no one asks.
And I might cry.
And I will hug you.
And we will never forget.