Today is the day that we can celebrate all of the victims of the Boston Marathon Tragedy being at home. Today the last victim FINALLY went home! Marc Fucarile is finally at home with his family after 100 days of being in the hospital. Today is a big day.
While the rest of us have moved on with our lives, the victims of that day are still dealing with the physical and emotional injuries. Many of them are adjusting to a "new" way of life.
I think about the
I would never and will never compare my situation to theirs. But I can relate to certain aspects. I think about them and wonder how they move forward emotionally. . . how they reach acceptance. . . how they forgive. . . if they forgive?
I've accepted the fact that I have MS. I think I accepted it from the beginning. It is what it is. If it wasn't MS it would have been something else. Maybe not a chronic illness but something that I would have to adjust to and learn to live with.
For the survivors of that day, they have to live with the fact that it didn't have to happen. Two evil people made it happen. I'm not sure how you ever come to terms with that. I'm not sure I could.
None of us get to choose our fates. There are certain aspects of life that are out of our control. But somehow I wonder about the difference in healing emotionally from a situation like mine compared to a situation like theirs. Is it different? It must be.
I don't know if any of this makes sense. I just know I think about them - often. I wish that they didn't have to deal with all the things they are dealing with. I wish that the tragedy never happened. I wish those two evil people had made a different choice that day.
I know we can't change the past. I know I can't change what happen to them that day. All I can do is think of them. Pray for them. Hope for them.
Today is a big day. They are all home. With their families. Where they should be.