All day long I've tried to avoid looking at the news. I keep getting glimpses of the carnage in Boston and try to look away. Ultimately I'm not able to do that. I look at the articles I see the blood see the smoke see the grieving parents… I cannot look away.

The magnitude of the tragedy in Boston is made more real to me by the fact that I just lived down the street. I know the streets I know that hills I know the sidestreets. I cannot believe that that could happen so close to where I once lived where my sister and brother lived where my parents now live.

My father ran the Boston Marathon several times. I remember meeting him at the finish line just wear these explosions occurred. I remember going out and eating Japanese or Chinese food each time. I remember how tired and happy he was at the end of those races. That's a happy memory.

Now the Boston Marathon… And Patriots' Day are scarred will never be the same. We'll get through this as everyone says but it Will be a reminder to us just like 9/11 or the remembrance of any other such terrible day.

My heart goes out to everyone who is impacted by the blasts in Boston… And I'm guessing that's everyone who's reading this.

Night all, night Sam
– Me

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