A Love Letter To Boston

boston marathon 2013

This past year has challenged my city in ways that I could have never imagined when I first moved here as a bright-eyed 18 year old.

The marathon…

The aftermath and destruction, physically and emotionally…

The week following the race, filled with anxiety and uncertainty…

The Friday following the race and the stressful lock-down that ensued…


It’s safe to say, it was the worst week in Boston’s modern history. A lot has changed in the year following, but one thing remains the same: Boston’s ability to come together in a time of need.

Last week, two Boston firefighters lost their lives fighting a huge fire in the Back Bay, steps away from April’s block of terror. We were once again reminded how fleeting life is and how important our brave first responders really are. The feelings of pain following the marathon were back with this new loss.

Ever since the marathon, I’ve noticed how much more personally I take these moments of pain that my city endures. I will never, ever forget the feeling of love and hope that overwhelmed me when I visited the Boston Marathon memorial. It was organic and built by my people, my Bostonians. Wednesday night, as I was walking to the train station from my spin class I saw it – the memorial for the fallen firefighters. I couldn’t help but hold back the lump in my throat. It was big, beautiful, and filled with so much love.

Boston marathon memorial

It was the firehouse on Boylston, steps from the finish line. These guys were truly first responders, saving countless lives. Their connection to Boston and the marathon made them heroes. Firefighter Michael R. Kennedy was training for the marathon and Lieutenant Edward J. Walsh Jr. was from Watertown – the town that saw the shoot-out and the capture of the suspect. I love Watertown and am proud to have worked in it and experienced its personality these last 4 years.

So Boston, I just have one thing to say. I love you. I will never leave you. I will never say your name in vain, even in the wake of a spring snowstorm or an arctic day. You are stronger than I could ever be. You hold us up when it all just seems to be too much. You give love to those who need it most, and continue to fill us up with love until we can’t take it anymore.


This is my love letter to Boston.