In a couple of days, the Boston Marathon is going to happen.  This is traditionally a really wonderful day, but this year tinged with sadness, as it is the one year anniversary of the unimaginable bombing that claimed the lives of three people and changed the lives of every single person in this city.

Today I was down at Boylston street to see an exhibit about the memorial that sprung up a couple of days after the marathon.  People were crying.  It was really emotional.  I got emotional as well.

Boston has really become home for me, in a way that no other place has in my adult life and the marathon is a big part of that.  When I went to my first marathon, I realized that this place is a community, not like New York with its phony blasé about everything.  That made me love this place.  A coworker told me that I am a Bostonian in my soul and I think that is true.

Hence why seeing this memorial today was particularly sad:

But then I saw this amazing sight.  The Old South Church on Boylston street was handing out handmade scarves to the runners.  The guy that was doing this told me that they were expecting to get 200 scarves, tops and the got 7,000 from all 50 states and from around the world.  Community and love for Boston.

Here they are giving out the scarves: