My bridesmaid, Ally had a birthday April 9th and she was running the Boston Marathon on April 15th. I was out of town on her birthday, so I was buying her a Boston Marathon t-shirt online for her birthday/congrats on running your 2nd marathon. I pressed BUY and went to check on her race time online. She wasn't quite done with her run and had the last few miles to go. Her boyfriend had finished his and he did great!
I'm at my desk when my other bridesmaid Google messages me saying "Holy Crap Boston" to which I reply "was that meant for me?" and then she tells me bombs went off at the finish line. The finish line ?! The one Ally hasn't crossed yet?? Or did she cross when the bombs went off?
I can't even explain to you what I was feeling at that moment. Time stood still. It was like my friendship with Ally passed before my eyes, but then it didn't. I knew she was ok, but I didn't know. I wanted to see photos and video of what happened, but then I didn't. Within the minute, we knew Ally and her boyfriend were ok. They were 2 blocks from the finish line. Ally had finished the race, they just hadn't updated her finish time. Now's the time you start thinking "Well, what if it had been a bigger bomb? What if she hadn't pushed herself to run faster? What if, What if, What if I hadn't said my morning rosary and included her in it?"
In the end, it's not up to us to question the events of the day. It's up to God to make them happen. Are prayers answered? Sometimes. Is God's will done? Yes. Every time.
Ally and her boyfriend
A kiss never tasted so sweet...
This post isn't about me or my friend Ally. It's just another way to always remember the souls who left this earth that day.
And those runners who KEPT RUNNING to donate blood for the injured.
When was the last time you donated blood?
While there are High Heels and Grits all over this story, it is more fitting to sign off saying Call your family, say your prayers, spread love, and God Bless America
