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Monday, April 15, 2013

A day of highs and lows

It's Patriots Day, Marathon Day.  The kids are home on vacation, and William was at Brandeis last night for an overnight.  He loved it more than he already did after the night there, and we bit the bullet and made it official, putting the deposit down to enroll him.  Aside from all the money fears (he got a great but not full scholarship, but loans should get us by!) and the bittersweet feeling of my baby boy being almost a college boy, it was a hugely happy moment for me.  We've had a journey with him, and he has reached this point through his own extremely hard work and determination.  I am so proud of him.

Janey wasn't enjoying the day at home.  She knows when the weekend is supposed to be over, somehow, and she wasn't happy it wasn't.  By afternoon she was crying most of the time, and I was tired, tired, tired.  It was feeling like an endless day that was going to start an endless week.  Finally I calmed her down enough to sneak onto Facebook, hoping to play some Scrabble.  And then I saw the many alarming status updates, and checked the news.  And the day took a dark turn.

We live within Boston city limits.  When the sun shines on the Hancock building, in Copley Square where the Marathon ends, you can look down to the end of our street and see it.  Although I'm certainly not a runner, the marathon is huge here.  I tuned in earlier in the day for a minute, to see the winners.  My mother grew up near the starting line and watched every year growing up.  Freddy takes the train every day to Back Bay on his way to school, within sight of where the explosions were.  I've entered the library right across from the explosion sight many, many times.  It feels surreal, horribly and scarily surreal, that this has all happened here.  When I was watching the endless coverage with the boys, and we heard people say they were standing with the people of Boston, we looked at each other and said "We ARE the people of Boston"  

Janey of course understands nothing of what happened, besides that she wasn't able to watch what she wanted on TV for a while.  I took her for a little walk to meet Tony coming home from work in the city, taking the train by all that had happened.  I grabbed him and hugged him, and Janey laughed at our odd behavior.  

I would never say I'm glad Janey can't understand things like terrorism.  But sometimes, there is comfort in knowing that no matter how hard autism makes her life, she won't be able to truly understand human evil.  She won't be like her brothers and father and myself, hearing and seeing one awful thing after another that has happened right here in our city and thinking of those who have lost life or limb.  She is spared that.  She knows sadness, of course, but I don't think she can understand evil.

I wish none of us had to try to understand evil.

3 comments:

Amy S said...

You and your family and everyone in Boston are in my thoughts tonight.

And congratulations to your son. What a great accomplishment!

audball said...

I'm glad you and your family are safe. I couldn't believe the news yesterday - so terrible. My husband and I went to school near Boston, so the city holds many happy memories for both of us. This tragedy…just such a loss. I have no words…


Congratulations to your son - Brandeis is a wonderful school. It's so evident that you and your family are so proud of him. Well done!

Sophie's Trains said...

I hope you guys are ok. So many scary news. I heard today Boston is under lockdown! Stay safe