I loved all the coverage of Boston and I am so thankful it was a peaceful event. I loved seeing those who weren't able to finish last year run across the line. A great deal of energy and excitement buzzed through the crowds who were out in force cheering, in great weather and...
I poured through the many touching stories today. I am awed by the resilience and strength people have shown. I feel for them in a deep way because I lived with an amputee and I know it's beyond words to adjust to the loss of a limb.
A few of my favorite links to today's life stories ...
Meg Menzie's Husband (Love)
Jeff Bauman, Boston Marathon Survivor
My Dad was hit by a car and his leg was crushed...
He spent a lot of time at the hospital (late 60's) and in kindergarten I remember him coming home with a steel apparatus built out of his thigh. He continued to get sicker and went away for over a month and came home with below the knee gone. He continued to battle infection in the bone and went in a final time to lose another chunk so all he had was a piece above the knee. He never could get a decent fit for a prosthetic and stayed on crutches for the rest of his life. I remember feeling a lot of fear for him, I was in second grade by this time, and had no idea what to do with all that.
Watching someone you love in pain is hard, especially when you can't comfort them or make it better. Progress seems more painful when reminders of the limitations you live with jump out and bite you.
It's hard to break a fall when you don't have a leg. My Dad went down a few times hard on snow and ice, and the frustration and anger I would feel would overflow at times. Knowing he had to take a few more lumps when he had already endured so much would eat at me. My pop got pretty good with those crutches though, he would play with me and try to "run" - he was fast! He dreamed about running, something I have blocked out for years because it just overwhelms me. He often talked about his memories of running as fast as he could while growing up. I lost my Dad a long time ago, he passed away in 1986. I am a pro at stuffing feelings away.
|My Dad before he lost below the knee cap|
|My Dad didn't take many pictures with his missing leg and I have very few (yes that's me)|
|That's me at 2 years old - my Dad battled infection for years after this|
Running...your legs, my legs, all are a gift and we should remember to thank God for everyday we enjoy them.
Boston 2014 was the kind of day many needed. A wonderful high to balance the darkness, a chance to honor loved ones, a step toward healing, a memory to cherish, and for some I am sure it felt like a chance for a fresh start.
Boston Strong :)